Sudden And Violent Apparitions Of Love Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now is not the time for us
To remain motionless
In our beds so far away—
Let the spider bite your
Wrist,
Get in your green car and
Drive toward me. Meet me
Out in my front yard. Draw
Your orange gun and riddle
Me with bullets.
Drop me with your love—
Let your eyes bore into me
Like a machine the first time
You’ve seen me in 10 years—
Then lay back and smoke.
Watch my dogs, my
Best friends
Pull me apart, to draw out
And lap the vermillion
Pallete,
Until the sun is in the
Branches,
And the moon pulls out the
Colorlessness in my bones—
Then I can get up
And kiss you full-bore,
Like a machine myself—
We will dance under the spotty orchestra
As the blonde stars gyrate like gypsies
All night until the
Sun rises to the surface
Again,
Summiting
And drawing back in the
Colors
Which overflow the lake
Of sky,
Spilling upon the earth.
Then you drive away
And I die.