Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

On His Amber Lips - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Amber hair which ends dip drunkenly
In amber beer,

Frame amber eyes which gaze drunkenly
Through the diffuse, swimming light,

Move in intoxicating currents, swaying oceanic
Alongside the patrons’ tilting continents,
Where they collide like yellow ships disembarked
Without crews, drunken boats
Who dock up to amber
Haired barmaids back in port through early morning

All the heavens smashed,
Slanted angels sing,

Winds grasp their steerage, directed by drowsy fates

Overfilled vessels,
Spilling

Her lips brush his amber hair, her amber eyes
Roam across his brown skin, dimpled chin lifts up to say a
Word to his ear and her inebriated tongue writhes forth like
A creature from its bright shells to taste last
Night’s beer, numbly, for the last time
On his amber lips.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011


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