Into Alma's Eyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies are tender boxes- and my ears burn over the dells
Of wet mountains,
And the fireworks sizzle and come off, and someone is always learning
To read or ride a bicycle:
And I already want to make love with Alma again,
While two lovers shake the sands of their love making off in the car
Or in front of their home,
While the rabbits are panting or ululating in the rock garden,
And the little lights like Christmas lights are winking on in the yard,
And maybe the front door has a reindeers antlers hung over
It and
A beautiful car in the carport and children already asleep in bed,
Because soon it will be another Christmas, and I still want to lie
Down with Alma, while all of the rest stops empty,
And the crowds leave Disney World, and I can stop holding my breath
And begin to believe again in a world that will never leave us:
An infinite world of curling mountains and insatiable hunters
That probably doesn’t exist except for when I look forever
Into Alma’s eyes.