Now And Again At 2 Am Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another night alone
In the cage of ribs,
This heart beats like a song bird
Hoping to escape the body’s solitary gravity,
To spread out in the rhapsody of heaven’s immutable aspect
Like notes on an endless page of unchaste sky
To meet you there at the breach, the last two foaming things
Challenging the other to collide as effervescing stags
On our Elysium Field naked
Before the calamitous extinction
Our two waves destroying the alienation
Of separate bodies,
The recipe of dreams I hold you in my eyes
All the vibrant colors running down the limbs in pressing needs
Before the thunderstorm of fertile possibility
Expressing now the way we might become,
Our bodies gathered in a bed and passing hours,
Nesting in those reddest parts where our
Secrets collide then become tranquil
And we take on new hidden names
Those we keep pressed between our lips
To incubate and then give to our children.