Her Shadow-Skinned Heart Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies pressed in their rented engagements;
And over-used bodies scrimshawed with tattoos, in her beautiful
Room like a bedroom Michelle made love in so many times
Before her high school dried up and blew away,
And her neighborhood eventually lost its gentrifications:
The cars changed hands, and their keys:
And new eyes met their matches conveniently located nearby the
Supermarkets, and the airport,
Where the girls still live too working the graveyard shifts on their
Backs,
Trying out their favorite positions and asking me to fill in their time
So far beneath where the commuters are skipping like stones
Never once thinking to hold their breaths for good luck;
And they will soon make it home and sleep like infantile gods of
Love draped in the effervescent ivy;
And the sea will moan for them, weeping every inch up and down the
Coast,
Not wishing to believe that she is already forgotten, but knowing
In the whipping grottos of her shadow-skinned heart that it must be so.