Come and crawl into me, <br />Loneliness, <br />You are mine <br />And I wear you like a medal <br />Won for a war I am still fighting— <br />When the night is so deep <br />I feel like I will drown, without <br />Her flesh to cling to, a soundless well— <br />Without her warm breath on my skin <br />To wake me up before I sleepwalk off the cliff…. <br />She turns away from me every night <br />Wondering where I am; <br />She doesn’t realize that I am not so far away— <br />If she could only look across the sun, <br />She would see me sleeping like a dead soldier <br />On a bed of dripping gladiolas in her echoing valleys. <br />Even halfway across the country, <br />All it takes is a leap of faith and a plane ticket, <br />And in two hours she will be the arbiter of me peace, <br />The tranquility in my arms, <br />Conspirators snuggling under the covers, <br />Cartographers of the continents of our bodies, <br />Mapping out and laying claim to our country’s <br />Loving-making— <br />The name of our new royalty <br />Spoken in whispers between our lips, <br />The execution of our loneliness….<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/execution-of-our-loneliness/
