Every Time The Sunlight Chooses To Yawn Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Epiphanies underneath the windows
Of society,
Where the little ferries pollinate quite
Readily:
Making love to the browned stems of
The flowers and their counterparts
Alike:
Their pornography in the bird baths as in
The sadomasochism
Of the wayward kite:
How I love you there looking out at the
Things I could not see,
Unlike anything else in the word,
As you made love in the pill bugs and
The broken ivy
Stemming across the shingles underneath me:
As you made love so small in your
Haunts, but exuberant- experiencing the
Honey of every bee’s sting,
Dripping with diamonds: what I could not
Say for you,
Are the words collected in tears or in
The fonts of blind men,
But I am sure that you are- underneath the
Rearing of cats,
Laying like dew in the fans of the yard,
The roe of wonder lust colonizing around you
Every time the sunshine chooses to yawn.