The Unexpected Notes Of Your Russet Shore Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You feel so close to me; it is unreal,
Like a kite in my bed, like the sea on the shore,
As the airplanes full of steamy stewardesses reverberate;
It almost feels as if you could come knocking,
At any second of this night;
In fact, with your very knuckled flesh, you could pull off
All of these perforated sheets,
And reveal the god awful sun over my little house and its
Thirsty landscaping:
You could put an absolute amusement all over me;
And I could sing, and I could rhyme, and I could dance for you
All across the floor:
Alma: it was what I was made to be doing for,
And for lifting heavy things to which to be carrying to you,
Or selling bouquets of fireworks in the rich
Deserts of New Mexico, while even then closing my eyes
And dreaming of you like a spindle of silver-brownness going off
Over the sea,
And catching all of that delight, and holding its breath, and becoming
Titillated over the candle, who so suddenly dances over the immensity
That propositions itself by our daylight,
Deluding itself drunkenly along the unexpected notes of your
Russet shore.