Like Rainwater Poem by Robert Rorabeck

While I was thinking of
another girl's atoms
and how even
though distant from her
I had touched her
once or twice on the cheek
and how bits of her skin
must have come off
like invisible apples
and mingled around with
my bits
and all those bits dancing
and have posotronic s-x
before my eyes
unseen ballerinas you
were playing Little Red Riding Hood
in a dark forest of books
thinking of your high-school
crush-
you'd f- anyone
and not even think about their atoms,
just to get rid of me
when I some dysfunctional Plato
was content to feel
the unfelt flesh
of my dear love-dryad-
from a distance
let her envelop me
with subatomic particles
and let her eyes and organs
revolve like hurricanes
inside my head, a flashing
galaxy of her parts,
but I wasn't cheating
you had to go get
f-ed by some
booky, hook-nosed nobody
and I bet you
didn't even think of
the tiny bits of him
floating around your head
in our bedroom
you destroyed
with his c^m
overspilling your v-gina
like rainwater in a
barrel.