Several More Times Than Once Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The poems tread softly through the snow,
Following and kissing after the soft necks of their brothers:
It is all that they know to do,
Because they know that they are not entirely any species of
Animal,
And that they have no true brothers: Alma,
Sharon sells her liquors so high up in the snow, while you
Always look so young and magnificent:
Alma- Anyway that you choose to wear your hair is beautiful,
And I have been as high up in this state as Tallahassee.
And I have studied over the labors of the high and rich bards,
But I have never sat across any other body as beautiful as yours,
While the streets stretch so gaunt and young across their
Rich and lost ways;
And I don’t know any other way to save myself, because I once
Ran away to Michigan, but
I now have thirty two moons and I have my own house
Into which you have been no more than five times, and into which
We made love exactly once,
But it must have lasted an hour or more, and how many orgasms you
Had I don’t exactly know, except that I know it was several more
Times than once,
And I have never exactly been kidnapped, but if I had just one wish
It would be that you would kidnap me again and again:
At least several more times than once.