Love Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Warm burn in the throat,
Horses out in the darkness with the wolves,
Innocence demystified:

Her eyes lay upon him,
As her mother told her each step,
Soon this will be October,
And their fingers will have reason to harvest,

They are watching at the bus stop,
But his eyes are unfixed, hingeless and sad,
And the boys in their siesta sleep through
The resonance the professors give for state wages,

Plausible excuses why you are so far away:
There is another man inside of you, arrhythmic harmony;
You don’t know me, and that is a forlorn caesura,
But I steal flowers for you, destroy entire lawns,

And the moribund housewives come out in diminutive
Bankruptcy, see how I have changed them to fit you,
A verb tore up from the roots of my heart,
Four letters and bee stung....

--, can you guess what it is?