Sepia Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Crawling jade hearts
Out of the bleeding tool-box:
Cerulean sea-horses
Swallowed in
The child’s mouth:
Love is an orange
In an imperfect snowfield,
The seizures of amber
Her eyes situate
Fluttering,
Her body all-out
Is untrustworthy,
The waves of the
Effluvious cavalry
Take her outwards,
Beneath the current’s mumbling,
Her body feels like penetration,
The salt may be a child,
A fetus of whispers
The world in everything is white
The night is the whitest,
Next to her body
Is where I go to work:
Her lips the plate I eat,
The eyes rolling captors
Who can shove me off
With a glance away,
Prehistoric hungers
Diving anew.