Of The Both Of Us Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Oh, for awhile,
There was a zoo, in the lighthouses of
The sky,
Kissing opened mouth, oh—for a while,
While there was any room—
And then the sun was coming down,
Disturbing any bonfires of
Chinese misfits—
And then there became a cold still
Grotto between the rebar and
The dead frogs that were any other part
Of us—and while I thought of a movie
Theatre and any other part of us,
You blossomed into a playground
That didn't even have to pretend to be
Coy to the reasons and the forlorn séances that
Were the vanishing daydreams of
A playground in the cold near Dowell weathers—
While anything else had to spelled out for
The both of us—
While the city and the rest of her lighthouses
Vanished-
We became a star in the morning,
And the rest of the nothings happened over
The cradles, while the playrooms vanished over
The cradles of the marionettes,
And then listened to the anonymous heartbeats
Of the both of us.