The Curtaining Stage Of Your Amber Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The day unhooked from the mouth of a fish
And let her swim away;
Or it was as if first a mollusk on her china dish,
Until it too crawled away:
The light that evaporates in the tombs of your amber eyes,
Wavering like sea beds, and down there the corneas
Engorged of frightened octopus:
Looking closer amber too, the junked chassis of overturned cars,
Religious gangsters both exploded in a fight of moons:
And I drank of them like contaminated rum upheaved by
Your perfumed buoys until the sky was the salvation of
A chamber or a corridor where you had let your shadows
Of childhood swim,
Though the two were amber laughing like motes of downed
Things through the sky, and I followed them until I had a twin,
Both he and I continuing through the curtaining stage of your
Amber sky.