Like Some Adolescent Giant Reaching Through The Clouds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Groaning like some adolescent giant reaching through
The clouds—
Spilling above the tankards that transit to the pylons—
There is a stranger in my house
Who comes to the eyes of my windows and
Disappears
Back into the gardens of the beautiful neighbors on the
Other side of the road,
As the girl who once was in my bedroom keeps
Saying that it is all right to be here—
And the giant steps over the fox trying to make love to
The grapes—
And this very night you put your head into his loins
And he brushes your hair
Not able to remember that you are so far away—
Even though it you he has stolen away.