Fizzle-Out And Fly Poem by Mark Heathcote

How deep is your breath?
Such a breath, such a longing sigh!
Has me gazing at this neon world,
A champagne cork that's about to fly.

How can I decompress…
All these fizzing bubbles
Entering my heart and head
Without going, completely…mad.

Imagine my abysmal distress
Gawking, eye to eye,
Seeing how you gape at me.
Knowing one day we too must fizzle-out and fly.

That the peacock at the center
Of this story must follow close
With an eternal hollowed-out cry.
Strutting behind a palace wall nevertheless unnoticed.