Like The Flesh Of A Woman Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Come with me into the
Opulent grotto, and I
Will breathe my genius
Between your petals;
We will both be robbed at
Gunpoint, and
Forced to make love,
Which will give you a good
Excuse for what you
Wanted anyways: afterwards,
It will snow extemporaneously,
And I will have to
Write on paper again,
Like the flesh of a
Woman;
And you will be a
Little girl again;
It will be Christmas,
And your parents will
Remain married
Forever.