Before It Has To Again Diminish Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Even by myself, my body feels warm tonight for
I have drunken so much liquor by these thirsty lips,
Searching for a muse
Through the holy grounds of a bachelor’s afterlife,
And even though all of it was a failure,
I have continued breathing tonight, and overcome by
Your cloy spirits, I was possessed,
Like a girl in the first night of her sorority;
Or like a young mother experiencing the first night
Being tugged upon by a newborn,
Like the flag of a new country stuck to the wind,
Victorious knowing that it will be so long before it has to
Again diminish.