Their Otherwise Oh So Charming Way Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They say if you are published
You can have anything-
Well, here I am in a paper snow storm,
Caressing you pitifully
So far away,
A pest of homeopathic fireworks,
And I want one wish,
One ugly thing from you:
To have you stand for a minute as picturesque
As a tree coming up along
A sidewalk,
Just as beautiful as any innocuous or
Grand thing in suburbia,
Or at the edges of a mowed lawn,
And give to me your shadow
To close my eyes under and breath,
To bask in the philosophy of your thighs
Milky way,
Your pitiless glances the stars,
Your limbs the tracks of those senses that for
My wish will cover me
And I can look up and breath such smoke from
Your volcanic virtues:
That you are a goddess and that I took
Lunch. I ate a soft boiled egg underneath your
Planets,
Your naked powers and soft monuments
Before you gathered up and went on swinging
Your sweet mammalian censers along their
Otherwise oh so charming way.