I'll Speak To Lucifer About Loving You Too Poem by Mark Heathcote

Vapours dance in the dark
Like ghost riders chasing an anvil's firefly spark.
The hooves of a stallion set a viper's road on fire
Like black magic, a magician appears
With a black hazel staff, he kisses a dark woman's lips
And brings her back to her senses back from the abyss
She takes a red bleeding yew berry from his lips
And he says follow me into this here willow tree,
Look here resides an owl who wants to hoot and holler with you
Until tomorrow and if you listen to the bats flitting by
You'll stop for a moment feeling insecure.
And your skin won't crawl, your skin will satin
Sparkle like a moon moth desired by a spider
Who'll do a starlit loft pendulum swinging to a distant red sun?
Look, you with the bug green eyes don't look so surprised
That I live and die by the sword and right now
I want to bite and taste the blood in your heart
Like a bruised ripe red apple in the dark tonight.
Oh come, come summon our love. Oh, magician,
How my marrow melts tallows to be touched by you.
It appears you know all about me.
Sunshine or destruction I don't need a rainbow
when I can hoot all day or all night with you
close your eyes and just let yourself go
like twinning serpent vapours dancing
face to face in the dark, come back to my heart.
I'll speak to Lucifer about loving you too.