The Allegories Of Her Beautiful Landscape Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Temporal continents of the sky are beautiful at dusk,
And the way the shadows stretch knowing
They will soon distend and hold court by
The alcoholic light of another moon;
Thus when the mountains seem to sway like
Her spine in bed with her dogs,
I know I can be diminished beneath them,
Because I am able to love a woman who doesn’t
Know me, since she cannot understand how she
Might exist at the same time in each wave off
The hypnotic sea, how she might foam and crush
Upon the nipples of malleable wharf where she has
Never ambled- So, she becomes the world stretched
Away into the back seat of a hypothetical car,
With each blade of grass twittering the light of her
Carry-on luggage. When nude and fully washed,
She is like a tan otter chattering brightly in the
Bubbling springs of its hermitage, and lounging there
Like a vein of gold. I produce pearls for her throat
From my heart where the pain has been cooking long
Enough to appear a sphere of beauty, when pressed
Against her breathing neck, like an opal collar,
Gives its accentuation to the allegories of her beautiful
Landscape.