My Expectant Door To The East Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Here I am calling from the uncertain road,
Where from it reaches its possibilities and leaves in
So many ways, after I have leapt over so many
Faceless rivers, not unlike a small forest animal
Might leap around her opulent ankles after
He has been set down and she has wondered off into
Other plays. She is so high up from me, I don’t recall
The expressions of her face, nor the fatty cradle of
Each breast, but I try to listen to her as I venture into
This busy east: I turn the radio up and position it
Toward the signal where she lies streaming and unclothed
And waving over those scholarly avenues like the great
Banners of beloved extinction; but ever so quickly these
Allusions settle down again into the nourishing meadows
Of familiar continents which sate them, and give them respite,
And a rented bed behind a key and lock, where so many
Lovers paid and bled, while even still the harder men rush
Eastwards, careless of bouquets or grooming:
I can see them now doing lines as insouciant as these:
Their reflections as haunting as an abusive childhood,
They are all in a race, each with their own shortcuts, leaping
Dandily over the ways and high edges, with gifts of switch
Blades, exhumed arrowheads, and shards of glass:
They wish to pierce your heart the same as I, and place
Within there a fingerprint that cannot leave, but controls you
Like a wicked stamp from without; but I know another way,
And I swear to beat them all, because under the covers there is
A backdoor that swings into you, and while my jaw is drooling
Like a diademed hinge, I will enter in your subconscious reflections
And swim and spear you there, and leave upon you with words,
The gentle persuasions like easy tattoos, like cheap prizes in the
Bottom of sugar filled cereals, the frantic estuaries that I would
Have you devour; and so to cradle you breathlessly in my nervous
Hands within the hour, only to release you once more with
The galloping sun, so as not to destroy you,
But to see you again once you sigh and rest your puzzled ahead
Against my expectant door.