On A Whim Blindfold Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll kiss you on a whim blindfold
I don't even care if it's a taboo
I'll give you my heart and my soul
Everything unimaginable I give to you

And if like Romeo, I meet my death.
A swinging scythe cut off my head
I'm better off dead than living alone
By myself then falling bruised and windblown.

Running over with a hiss smelting
Let there be embers in my fire
A little intoxicated blood melting
Building in a glowing prier

Let me kill off your trolls
Let me raise a glass and drink
Let me love you dear till I catch fire
Let me love you dear till a bird can't flap its wings
Let me love you dear till I'm no longer a pariah

Let me unleash my many desires
they're manifold and nothing else consoles
methinks you'll feel the same
I think we'll feel the same when we've
Reach and achieved destination point
And fulfilled all the same goals.