Like Sunlight Slipping Over A Splendiferous Windowsill Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Knighted amongst the periwinkles of conquistadors
While Sharon was getting nose bleeds up in her mountains,
We all pretended to be any sort of privateers
Up in the nosebleeds of our truancy;
And I must have had her imperfections in my eyes since
Kindergarten:
I must have cut my teeth on her cerulean rock gardens,
While the rockets exploded in the sky,
And patriotism collapsed into the pornographies of its shell,
Because in the real world all grandmothers are wolves,
And it always takes a long time to drive to
Disney World,
But Alma I just want to kiss your throat like a wildflower
Living on the sunny folds of a moat;
And I want to become the witchcraft which you don’t suppose to
Know:
I want to wander the streets with you for all time,
While the candles lick the lucky air, while the dogs run around
Making money,
And your children become infatuated with the new rides at the
Fair:
We can let the wind bare us where it will, while I kiss your lips
Like sunlight slipping over a splendiferous windowsill.