The Toy Box Of Yum-Yum Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Oh joy in the toy box of yum-yum:
Yes again a tomorrow of tomorrow—and all of that vision:
While you never have to go home without
The television being on—and this being your sport—
The way that the spying birds trained to spot
You for hours—days in the lovely lofts—
Enjoying the spawning of the voluptuous afternoons with
Your own children—
And then, eventually—echoes beyond echoes—
And the mentioning of the darkest of crafts—
As my belly swells like grapevines beneath all of
The unreachable airplanes—
And you will come home to be swallowing,
Swallowing, a virgin of my amusements—
Willing to live with me forever, and taking all that
I have to give to you mouth that envelops
Gleefully all of this petulant joy.