Lavender Apairy Of Your Honey Eyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Are you in love with him,
The man you sleep with, with your flag around:
There in the pools of what joy your family has given
To you, Alma- You called him down
From Orlando, doing your good around you,
Brown body driving cars-
Gas of your toys, well I am here too,
Underneath the cattle call of airplanes and all of
Their slick venues: I have been selling fireworks
Trying to impress you- Well, take me out to
The firing squad so I can bask one last time
Underneath the saturated ecstasy- the brown and
Lavender apiary of your honey eyes.