Your Esoteric And So Young Body Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It rains in my garage as the clouds come down
Over some nameless guy riding his bicycle,
But it becomes so easy, because there are no mountains;
And all of my dogs are missing,
But the world is no less beautiful: he gives you hickeys for
All the world to see: you give my those too, but for
Us alone,
And our two bodies become a private midway that I don’t want
Taken from me;
Even though I am so bankrupt and so fallow, and the lions
Are staring at me with eyes wider than their glorious mouths:
I want you to travel towards me now, you little brown
Feet as lucky as rabbits multiplying in a house of mirrors,
Forgiving to me my prolific failures,
And enrapturing me in a garden returned to me of your esoteric
And so young body.