Where Only You And I Can Play Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You need to leave him
With the sun coming up
And shooting through the sodden fields
As if an angelic sorority
Crossing the interstate;
You need to lay off the
Uneasy masks of
Disney World,
And take a seat at my plate,
Into the amusements of empty
Cathedrals
Filled with the starvations of
Your eyes
Or the dreams of your forest
Grown off the aquamarine esplanades
I have dredged for you
Stolen from and no
Longer of mermaids
And the temptations of amphibian
Habitat;
I will cross myself with the
Most
Majestic of harts,
And come to you like stolen royalty
And take you to the midways of
Exemplary amusement,
Where only you and I can play.