Inside Your Car Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Waiting for you tonight: all the cars are silent,
And making me think you have parked somewhere else,
And the besos you give with your bright eyes
Closed,
While in the movies that you see, you have dreamed:
And the airplanes that you have never experienced,
Continue plugging the sky with their sheet metal;
And you say that you will never leave your very bad man,
And I don’t have a gun, but
Ambition, while I have been asleep atop of your house
Until which my legs accorded my inebriated attrition:
Alma- and all my art is now connected to your soul, and the silent
Gifts that you have given to me of your favorite and your body’s
Colors;
And I feel that I have made it down your falls, and I have given
You pleasure before you have given it to me; and it was all that
I dreamed for- and I have kissed you inside your car.