With Fathomless Kisses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I and the cattle were all here, and burning our
Lips on the side of the mother loving sea;
And I looked up, and saw you as a brown
Angel swimming with her hair and eyelashes waving towards
Me;
And then I in a helpful mood waves as a misaligned reflection,
Trying to match the beautiful movement in the body
Of that carriage,
What would the purpose be but to climb up the newly grafted
Stairways of our college in your name,
Listening to the church bells chattering like bluebells
In the arboreal firehouses that shaded all of the students
Of my thoughts for your bliss coming to me,
Like a newborn child of a starlit ballerina folding back into
A paper airplane whose lighter than air edges had
Caressed by fingertips for all of a moment before I sent it away,
Steaming like a bottle in a vermilion sea over all of that
Yard, looping and tying invisible knots around the
Maleleuca trees,
Until for its final while gamboling still, being peppered there
By curious ants who carry away the scents of your
Divinity down into their fathomless castles
To be greeted with fathomless kisses by their most homeopathic
Queen.