The Elliptical Victory Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tonight you are my science-fiction:
The fructose I siphon
From the Big-Dipper’s ladle,
Hovering over the porch come sunset-
And you’re legs,
The galloping comet
Frigid but expeditious,
Moving on as your distant star
Paints a cerulean streak,
Marking the door of the darkening horizon.
You might come around this
Decade
To find me contemplating in my room,
You might kiss my neck
Once or twice,
A hummingbird’s test,
Before you take off again,
Leaping the boreal hurdles
Since your eyes are hungry
And used to great voyages:
The sojourns you
Take alone in the cosmos’ wilderness,
Unattainable by all the gravities,
But you can feel them
Calling to you from their borders,
The way flagella vibrate in the beginning-
That slight feeling you get when lonely,
And then I might hear
Your footsteps coming up the stairs
To stand a little while against the door,
Breathing, but refusing to knock:
The bellicose neighbors growing louder
Against the night’s wall,
Before I can clasp you with my eyes,
You have defeated the earth again,
Leaping above us,
Your limbs the triumphant orchestra
Your independent heart conducts
Towards the elliptical victory.