Juliet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Come to me naked in
A hotel room in France,
And I will make love to your
Bruised body, Juliet:
I will show you what all
You relatives together couldn’t show
You:
I will make a feud with the
Two of us,
The reverberations of your will say
That there are no others,
But that is just for tonight:
As down beneath us,
People are getting drunk in the streets.
Their music is fondling upwards,
Plucking notes until they reach the stars.
I will lay you down and bruise
Your lips, Juliet-
And the way your eyes look at me.
What could it mean, that they stay
So open,
The way little girls look at the world
When the women go to washing in the river,
And the wind has the trees in
A subtle trance.
The rocks are so smooth under your
Feet, Juliet- It is like a dream
You can feel the world in,
And perchance you will survive
On my lips, Juliet-
As the night is your mother with open
Arms-
What does she say, Juliet,
When I am in the other room?
How does she hold you, Juliet,
When I am no longer near....