Across The Promising Remains Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Anthropomorphic conquistadors
Bending, bowing to
The prettiest curls—
Blond-curled, but not accounting for
Their less than perfect
Aerobics—Sweltering in the pistils of
Their daydreams—
Without a single echo lost to them—
In an apiary of singing topiaries—
In a surplus of breasts and racing legs
That remain idle even
As they are waterfalls down from heaven—
Every boy's sport
In their exuberant yet tightly buttoned
Pornography—
Another way that desire languishes—
Across the promising remains.