To Ever Again Hope To See Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I lost her to the fireworks- I don’t want to lose you
Again too,
Even though we have been mouthing off and making love:
There was a milky jewel in your navel today:
It looked like a thimble of a tide pool;
And you were concerned because it took me so long,
Even though we levitated the bed again today,
And scared the mailman out of his boots- And I have already
Told you that my words had no reasons of revenge:
They just happened that way because; and I imagine you
Still further out in the great and unrequited bosque too surreal
To burn,
Riding an undepleatable stock of red dragons and silver unicorns:
Your brown skin a working jewel for the sun,
And the butterflies landing on you and opening love letters,
Gossiping of fairytales and your prince so far away,
Who was opening his bottles of hope for you underneath
The pregnant gravities of the moon which brought them on wings
To your lips metamorphosing into beings like your sisters
Who kept you company, and distracted you from
The leaden pains which would weigh you down into lingering
Where the shadows burn with the feral eyes
Of boys who are too far lost to ever again hope to see.