The Runways Of Your Lips Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Patriotic negligee flooding over the
Estuaries:
Everglades that speak to the manipulations of
Thought without wisdom:
Like stewardesses, they have somehow learned
How to fly-
As my heart beats- and the traffic continues,
Habitually:
It cannot stop or it will die- and I loved you for
The while that we were lovers,
And I bought you so many things,
As the boats with their long sails propositioned
The drawbridges so they could pass-
As the clams kept tight and listened,
As the dolphins played, and the winos burned tires
Underneath the overpass on valentines day,
Which was just another day-
Accoutrement to what will be inevitably lost:
Like the knights on their quests bustling to the witches:
They seem to be inevitably ending up
At the same conclusion: hanging up in the garlands
Of her Christmas tree- as the green dragons
Breathe and then make love to her in between the fichus
That shade against her house- and into the smooth
Estuaries where her shoulders lay barren,
Like naked ornaments waiting for the amusement to
Land across the runways of your lips.