In The Eyes Of Your Unappeasably Beautiful Lawn Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This is delicate to talk about, of all things-
The most important that I want to take your spirit
Out of its forlorn and social habitat,
Make you want to say new things-
Speak in tongues and caracoles of cut-throat trees:
Down on my knees,
Worship you and sacrifice leaves to your
Teak-bowl knees:
I say, I say, I say: Please-
Start drinking with me the new liquors you either
Fear or never think about,
Let me take you out of the classroom of your chummy
Louts,
And go down for a ways, passing unnoticed through
Each of these wash-basin days,
Taking down the streams of cadillacs like Chinese
Junks,
Speak to alligators and steal their trunks;
Or just tonight, under the gibbous moon- let me make
A milky smooth movie out of your
Thighs,
Let me pan what amusement I can get off your distilled
Body, the other old men have been looking at
And working on for so long:
Let me put one unopposable meat hook underneath
Your delicate lingerie;
Or, hey,
Let’s just sing for a tune of a song,
And watch the yellow school buses pass for so long,
And skip our heals up into the sky,
Which is just the lover of sea-life a homeopathic
Cenotaph, an ancient god whose gone up
And died-
Who lives forever, I fear, laying so gone in the eyes of
You unappeasably beautiful lawn.