From Your Hidden Wounds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

From Your Hidden Wounds



I think it is possible that you should consider committed
Relationships,
With the sun going down over Portland, and every other
Color is primary and needing to
Be touched by the uninhabited hands of children,
While I can only come so far towards you before
Running away,
As the lights finally hushes its lips and burns away across
The blow holes of dolphins,
As the lovers douse their wares into the wash basins
Of what they expect to find,
As the canaries kiss the lips of the deadly mine,
As the tourists stumble towards you blindly and unawares,
As your brown eyes kindle and burn before
That dinner table that your children always come to,
Hoping unexpectedly to find new stories spilling of you and
Me, blooming in a hidden catastrophe,
Perfumed from your hidden wounds.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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