The Frictions Of The Soft Brown Mountains Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She showed up and we made love
Under the cheap blue fountains clapping
Like dolphins for the sun,
And before that I had almost died, but it
Wasn’t enough:
She came to my door with her auburn stuff,
And it was true, and I was her champion,
And I swung her in my arms and we smoked
And there were candles drooling like heady
Song birds in each of us:
I believe they may have been long lost sisters,
And they sung to us,
And they spread their wings and visited each other
Through our mouths,
And decided to switch houses, and live for awhile
In the separated friendships of our brown dress,
Until the evening that they could reunite in
Marriage and swing so freely back and forth
From each of us,
Like canaries sharing a fountain with butterflies,
And unicorns, and her right there doused in
The streetlights as with the moon,
Finally settling like the glowing rivers steaming from
The frictions of the soft brown mountains that
Are now so far away.