The Uninterrupted Tides Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I still want to meet you under the overpass,
In the weedy shade of a homeless dream-
Pass you my bottle and my eyes,
The shyness tugging my lips in a reticent smile:
Meet you where we can hear the sea beating together,
Hear each chorus line of pounding saltwater
Even with the honking traffic conducted overhead,
To share that recognition of the moving east
With your salient eyes, the brown liquors
I’ll swim those cherubic cheeks I see cropped in
Photos of the obscure cyberspace you haunt me;
Touch your female hands, entwine them with my
Masculine fingers, the sneak thieves of this inkless smithy:
In the humid blouse sweating in her peninsulas,
Recognize you as inebriated proof that my
Ethereal bouquets have done their job: Just one
Kiss is worth it, and I will buy you anything from the
Flee market open to us beneath I-95, and the manila
Reclamation plant, if that’s what it is:
To smudge your mauve lipsticks against my neck,
Like when you were a waitress and this was bohemian France
Do you know what I’m talking about? To see you in
Display with the expensive palm trees bowed like tasseled phalluses,
To watch you walking toward me like a skipping reel
From the other side of the fence,
To have you tug me gently as if your body was a kite
And your desire the wind crawling down from its bed of sun:
I am right to want this from you, and to continue calling
You in the only way I know how, because I want
To be pressed up against you under the busy overpass
In Lake Worth, FL., where they still sell glass hurricanes
Shattered like hollow-boned angels and hummingbirds
Against the sea wall, and the grottos where Mary sleeps;
The justice of the peace, let me kiss you in freeze frame without a shadow,
Let the sun melt us together like candles on the crown of
A god king, like two stones found smoothed together
By the purpose in the uninterrupted tides.