With Gold And With Oranges Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies who lay laughing without wings
Ringed in the salt of insignificant stings- here
They say you lay almost faithful upon your
Wedding day,
And the echoes of joy enjoyed the candles
Flames:
Your house was filled with gold and with oranges,
And your chariots never had to change:
In your little bedroom like a story book after
Midnight,
As you must be taking part in your love making,
As your children lay sprawled as if after a holiday
Of confetti- They seem to enjoy the weather
As the airplanes touch down like feathers,
And you hold your brown heads
Together
And whisper.