Sea Of Bouquets Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I wasn’t sure if I had the disease,
But I wore the masks as I reached up and kissed
The bottom ventricles on the long necks of
The long-necked giraffes;
And the day went along for the ride. The Ferris
Wheels were just happy to see me.
Their mothers were inside, caracoling perfectly,
Each one getting the royal treatment,
Circling like helicopters over the soft easement:
And tonight it is going to freeze,
And I will pray to you tonight, pretending to worship
The vague possibilities of romance,
But really only cherishing better and more resilient words
That mean the same thing,
But would somehow happen to make your eyes open
A little wider into a greater semblance of acceptance
For the bouquets of my love;
A sea of bouquets, both wild and tranquil for you to bathe.