Different Flight Paths Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lost in her contours
Contours I've kissed and-tore-into.
Shorelines-eroding yearly is now-absent
Leaving me clinging to the gable end of our home
Like a cliff dwelling bird a cormorant in winter
Begging a sea change—plots a new course.

Let's not Segway around each other
Let us Segway around the stars
Cause every need is ours
Let's us collide with and beyond our outer limits.
Oh come, come circling with me my white tern
Let us fall crash together with a centrifugal force.

Love, cannibalize-my-heart eat it raw like sushi
Here, let me carve that tenderised choice part
You said you weren't hungry enough for yet.
Love let us drive these sea fogs back that blinds our eyes
Let us not fight, let us not fight
Let us not separate, take different flight paths.