As His Expressions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pale are the feathers the sun plants
In the everglades—everyday he goes over her
Fawning:
First hunting over houses as a soothsayer
And afterwards, unimpressed and losing his
Dignity,
He forgets how to say the things the
School of heaven thought to
Teach him—
And he goes down on her like a child
For a million miles—
Each wave of the sea a rolling pearl around
Her neck—
And she laughs and smiles a last warmth
Burying his love with the nocturnal perfumes
Her true lover the moon steals
As his expressions.