Moonwalks Poem by Mark Heathcote

My heart is a moonscape
Cratered all over
Your love is a lunar rover
On a geological hunt for what-
Who knows - sure as hell I don't care.

"Or do, I...? "

Your hand in mine becomes liken a
Command module; you said I had
Some malfunctioning thoughts
To jettison away, that you-
You wanted us to go on moonwalks.

Saying 'I DO'S'

More fool me or you.
Seeing the triviality of the sky
Multiplied ten thousand times
Gazing into the umpteen galaxies
In each other's eyes.

I guess my real name
Must; be Neil Armstrong
The most challenging missions aren't to the moon
They're just arms, legs floundering on earth, waterborne.