Getting Closer To You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you cannot see it, I am putting off my scars for you:
I am trying to become beautiful, I am doing good work
As the sky yawns like a lazy king. I am sorry I am not
There for you. I am sorry I never really knew you outside
My simple literature, or that when I finally buy a home
I will love in it only with my dogs. You will be married,
Or you will have other obligations which distract your
Marvelous eyes. I bet you don’t even think of how they work;
How they bring about other men gaping to your charms;
I think about it all the time,
but I am not the director of your gaze- That is for
Another man, Herculean or droll in an overzealous
Proximity, a ready concoction of hips, bosom, and ass-
But I will give it a good study
From here- All the way across this fine country. Curiously,
I can see it the best of all. Your gaze is another wonderful
Invention I would like to drink from with my own;
Auburn challises toasting to the senses- but sometimes the
Easiness of proximity is the common paradox, and even though I
Do not have you at all, look at all these volumes you unjustly fill.
The potential of your body laid rasping languorously across my own is
Almost too potent a display to imagine, but I do it all the time.