Deer Antlers Poem by Mark Heathcote

Some questions are for gamblers.
Like two profiles kissing under the moonlight
like locked deer antlers
who will shed the other first?
And what is their cataclysmic colliding-
got to do with glue, with lightning, and Orion
the stars in the sky, choppy waters
Some questions don't require answers.
Some questions, don't involve second chances.
It all depends on how close you are
Or how far, away those rewards are.
Like two profiles kissing under the moonlight
like locked deer antlers
who will shed the other first?
Because there are always rats in the vineyard vines
when you, want to get eternally entwined
And lose your heart, your soul, your mind.
Some questions are for gamblers
Will it land on the black or the white?
Oh please Lord can't we just swap-it-all for gold
And take it all on back home to Heather Street.
And close the blinds, sleep together carefree.
Darling, you and me
like locked deer antlers
Who will shed the other first?
Darling, it won't be me.