A Woman At My Door Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I need a woman at my
door to drive home to
some long honey momma
who will love me
simply and cook frijoles for me
a woman I can lie
down on the couch with
and just love appreciate her silhouette
a red earth woman who
always wants to sleep
all night long careless in my arms
a woman who miraculously
will not look at
other men to judge
them sexually or not sexually worthy
a woman who likes my face
and the lines and briars it takes
and doesn’t mind
that the paint flecks
from my truck when it
gets up past fifty-five and
doesn’t care how long
my hair gets
a woman who can
show me new ways
to religion and introduce
me to this world
again the right way this time
and might not care or be concerned
that I write poetry good
or bad about her
or question my questioning
of capitalism’s excess waste
and this fucked up interpretation
of Judeo-Christian religion
that supports it
a woman who will work
beside me
breathe and live on
my ribs
kiss me deeply
with her pretty
lips
show off her
self only to me
in new lingerie look good
forgives my atheisms
shows me how to
light candles for
Catholicism reminds
me of those old
great saints
who saw god in everything
wet comes at me like
bright news like
bathing my eyes with light
and doesn’t come
until I come
lets me use my
tongue longs
all day for our
bed gives me
head rides
horses with me
in those green sea
washed valleys that
split the land like
a woman when she
takes me back to
the classic forest
to let me swim in the
pool the moon
birthed her in and
then to sleep all
night inside her flesh
when she sleeps
with me entwined
in a tree.