I Still Keep For You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I remain on our corner,
Where the moon is hung as you left it,
Where the light pools down as if on
A stage, turning the neighborhood blue
With the somber possibility;
I am still here,
Holding my gift for you,
My eyes beholding the last image of
You, how you moved like an ibex
Grazing with beautiful legs
Across our teenage suburbia
How your attention lit upon me
For no more than two weeks and
We made loving play on those old hunting
Grounds of Latin class, before new
Men startled you into their forests
Where kings saw you bathe with the
Dryad Galaphile, in the emerald tinctures
Where your legs scissor with the sadness
Of crocodiles
How you dried off and walked towards me,
Naked and without reason kissed me long
And deep, like something very old
Remembering childhood
Only to lit off again, like a beautiful insect
Resting for a moment on me
For the briefest moment in the shortest life.
See how I wait for you still
In the neighborhood down the street from
Our high school, in the old hunting grounds,
This sad light cast down upon the space
Next to me
I still keep for you.