Like The Nocturnal Flowers Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You make the sunlight and
I make the moon—
Yes, we both have ghosts who haunt us,
But our daylight holds its gun—
And we can make fun in the moonbeams
Beneath the light house
And the forts—
In the daylights, we can even pretend
To be the shows of tourisms—
While, in the evenings,
We bury ourselves together—
And your children embark together in
A wonderful estuary—
You can be the mermaid if I watch you—
I can be your sunbeam on its lance of
Joy—
And we can enjoy our amusement
Rides together
Only if you were my wife—learning to
Step carefully across the soft shelled tortoises—
Learning to trespass from your gardens
Of trailer parks in my the wealth of my heavens—
Learning to express your lips like the nocturnal
Flower—
Who together, in the changing rooms of
Their shadows—showed off the songs of their joys.