The Technicolor Of All Of The Saturdays Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In the Technicolor of all of the Saturdays of your
Dungeons,
I want to enfold you in the crypts of my butterfliesâ€"
Suffocate you in the corals
Of the jubilancy in a paradeâ€"
And give off all of the advocacies of a tightrope of
Sunshine:
This is the everything I have always endeavored
To makeâ€"
And I'll keep winding around your memory like a bright
Coil discovered by another scientistâ€"
Celebrating underneath the candelabrums of your
Grottosâ€"until we can see for yourselves the
Jubilant shipwrecks of our highest memoriesâ€"
When your lips kissed me like matches striking around
The phalanxes of the peaceful armies
I hope we can help each other to create.