Tonight you are my science-fiction: <br />The fructose I siphon <br />From the Big-Dipper’s ladle, <br />Hovering over the porch come sunset- <br />And you’re legs, <br />The galloping comet <br />Frigid but expeditious, <br />Moving on as your distant star <br />Paints a cerulean streak, <br />Marking the door of the darkening horizon. <br />You might come around this <br />Decade <br />To find me contemplating in my room, <br />You might kiss my neck <br />Once or twice, <br />A hummingbird’s test, <br />Before you take off again, <br />Leaping the boreal hurdles <br />Since your eyes are hungry <br />And used to great voyages: <br />The sojourns you <br />Take alone in the cosmos’ wilderness, <br />Unattainable by all the gravities, <br />But you can feel them <br />Calling to you from their borders, <br />The way flagella vibrate in the beginning- <br />That slight feeling you get when lonely, <br />And then I might hear <br />Your footsteps coming up the stairs <br />To stand a little while against the door, <br />Breathing, but refusing to knock: <br />The bellicose neighbors growing louder <br />Against the night’s wall, <br />Before I can clasp you with my eyes, <br />You have defeated the earth again, <br />Leaping above us, <br />Your limbs the triumphant orchestra <br />Your independent heart conducts <br />Towards the elliptical victory.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-elliptical-victory/
