As You Do Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Hard noses of airplanes sticking out their
Proboscis above the clouds where the giants go snoring or
Taking their gifts
Of blond headed fairytales who eventually become their
Fables, if not their housewives:
When all I wanted was a kiss from you, Alma:
When all I wanted was for your brown sense to turn my way
With the same admiration I show you
All day long in the fruit market my poor, poor uncle owns:
And look at my good luck,
As if angels knew my name, as you reciprocate:
And the heat of your body sends out its waves as you do:
As you do.