Even She Didn'T Taste As Sweet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Proper English of pronouns sleeping homes in the
Parks,
Indistinguishable johns resting their sooty foreheads
On gravestones in the darks:
And I have loved you right here, which isn’t very far:
And I have sat and inhaled you in your car,
As just today, this morning in fact, I lay on a bed with
You and it too seemed to levitate:
You handled my rope trick and I rose my far and ancient
Friends from your declivities:
I have bought you birthday cake, Alma,
But even she didn’t taste as sweet.