Romeos Morning Serenade Climb Poem by Mark Heathcote

The Empire State Building holds our breath
Like a heroin needle pointed at a blue vein
It's a phallic symbol; we all know its name.

Man's achievements go… far beyond death.
The crowning of Shakespeare's plays
Wasn't it Romeo and Juliet or Macbeth?

'Either way, the resulting plays end in death'.
King Lear's life ended in madness and grief.
Whoever you strive to love, love is brief.

But the Empire State Building holds our breath
So, how many balconies must we climb?
That we might sing our love in the meantime.

Must we hold our breath and climb?
An Empire State Building every time.
Must we imitate Romeo's unrepeatable high?

Every promise, every kiss feels sublime.
Like a heroin needle pointed at a blue vein
Some lovers touch the sky in Juliet's name.