Driving Away From Her Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Powers fill my gold toys, simulacrum that they have
Chosen to hide in the keystones of mountains:
Breath in my lungs as I remove her to the bedroom, into all
Of the warm loneliness the experts were sure would
Remain forbidden-
Getting nearer to her, even as we crawl away into the viaducts
Poured into the mouth of a parking lot goddess-
Where the tiniest of ants begin hyperventilating, where her
Breasts become the meat for unapologetic sparrows:
And kidnappers get too lazy and go back down- like kids
Who still wet the bed scrambling higher to light the
Gas lamb of some stony lion of weathered pugilist:
Just because this is where she happens to be tossed, stolen
By the gods who have long since eaten themselves,
Made to weather the cryptic nourishments down through
The lavender abutments until it is all just some words she has found,
Crying to her like her daughter at her tit, and she must decide
Whether to lift her blouse and let the latchkey in, or
Step away further into the million fired night- to kiss new
Gods in the airy grapevines of their perforated apertures-
To put an end to my fears, as she looks down, her nose bleeding,
The entirety of her world left behind and driving away from her.