Of The Nameless Glades Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now I am not here
But the carnivorous rose
Eats my skin,
As sometimes in the middle of the day
I ejaculate in the bathroom
Thinking for a long time of stewardesses
In the clouds,
And building for them gardens:
Gardens,
But for now you sleep again with your
Husband as if in a crypt:
You sleep with him
And your lights go out into the hemispheres
Of abandoned amusement
Parks,
And I pray for you- as you touch him
Softly,
And the airplanes kiss and disappear into the
Sky:
I know that very soon you will forget me,
But for now the Gulf Stream still
Makes love to hurricanes-
As the long beaked herons still somehow kiss
And make love
Strutting haughtily over the cenotaphs of the forgotten
Conquistadors freckling in the impenetrable heart
Of the nameless glades.