The Ends Of The Earth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I dream of you,
A beautiful woman covered in satin
Curling up waves in a make-believe sea
Where the sun is a light-bulb
And the clouds are swaths of cotton.
My hand is the gentle fish that swims
Towards you, leaps and circles,
In a playroom as you disrobe,
For you are the newest allegory,
And when you breathe the sea moves
And the room dips and dives
In the swells of your chest,
So I swim beneath you like a thing
Attracted to the parts of you that
Glitter under the sheets,
As the sun warms and you smile
But don’t say a thing but wait for me
To touch you, the palm of my hand
The secret caressing sea-life
Which has found you and now swims
Around your sunken cliffs
As you begin to move like the hungry tide
in our room
The horizon distinguished by borders
Of blue and white paint where the
Sea unfolds, spilling over the bed
The ends of the earth.