In A Common Destination Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The first thing Alma gave me was elephants- and I
Got so lucky I caught a forty pound king fish:
Then when we made love, the scars of our two bodies
Melted together made singing cadavers and
Dancing tattoos:
At night, alone I drink fire for her, and of course I bleed
These songs,
While I watch birds perpetually mate in a sky of
Blueness-
The traffic sings of masterpieces, and insects skate across
The water, as the lips of a girl I imagine I have known
Bend closer to the fountains:
The castles and the mountains rising behind her, or
Looming in, all their majesty bent upon finding out
If she has a single perfection, and the traffic follows her,
Sure that she will provide answers and reasons
That will bring them together in a common destination.