Like A Dove Returned To My Hand Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I ran away and got into a bike accident:
And then I went to the arcade where this beautiful woman
Was there,
The lady and the tiger: She was at the very same time
Behind two doors;
And it was like a dream, because she liked the same things
I liked,
And we both spoke the queen’s English: and we sat together
And held hands and listened to the whippoorwills
Distinguish the killers who would come and kill in the park;
And the churches wept and the palates were dark and
Dark;
And the real woman I loved was very poor, but her tattoos
Curled up from the grass and placed their tattooed fingers
Between the cheeks of her very fine ass:
And she sang to me, or she just looked across the terra-plain,
Which is a place I have seen before which is impossible
To explain;
And very soon the earth will be shaking with dinosaurs, because
My parents will be coming home; and I want to share with them
My liquor bottle and tell them of this wonderful girl,
A woman I am not supposed to love,
Praying that once she reaches dry land she will return to find me,
Proving her love, like a dove returned to my hand.