Execution Of Our Loneliness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

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