She Said Look Here Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She said she loved a new cleft
Cut like a core of diamond through
The skyscrapers of the Emerald City,
Grander than the quarts of Yosemite.
She said, look here at me now,
Because I am sitting on his lap
And Big Daddies are glowing around
Me, like gentlemen
Getting drunk and sweaty
In a bowling alley,
While his fingers march like
Ruby generals of excusable piracy
Undoing the buttons of my chastity,
Climbing the Roman hills and picking
Bing Cherries with the
Mexicans in my orchards.
She said look here, as he
Galloped her on his knee
And she smiled and giggled like
A banshee.
Together they were in a brightly
Lit musical hall in high school,
A room that stretched up horizontally
Without a ceiling where winged deer
Were prancing through a pagan river,
The antechamber for a high king
Or a mentally challenged president,
Full of mumbled echoing,
Bordered in filigreed aspen trees
She kept on saying look here
And see me all the while
Giggling like a banshee,
While Pan pranced and played
A flute, his horns conducting energy,
The Lord’s favorite general
Fiddled her on his wet-spotted knee.