Nautical, Manoeuvrings… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Two, lovers submerging
Share but one equal breath
Clinging, like clams to each other.
Their souls but one berth
Flesh to flesh, drown together.

Nautical, manoeuvrings
Take place within their tongues
Pressing gravity; yes, submission
Air-sucked, ballast lungs
Ship anchor as limbs capstan-

Ashore - once more earth - sings-
Beneath their rolling feet:
And, above the scrolling waves
Sky-cloud footprints retreat
Here to a place their heart enclaves.