My Bosom To Your Rose Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Rainbows are so loud while you’ve
Been playing games and I’ve been running away:
This is just how I’ve been thinking of
Myself,
Trying to persevere through the lonely hours of
A lonelier day-
Trying to make eyes with myself before the possessed
Mirror,
And yawning, believe in the things that I am certain are
Not possible:
Daylight in a crèche over the bouquets I give you
Open mouthed while I’ve been running around in circles-
As the race horses run around according to the hours-
And other diminutive superheroes in the lassos of
Daydreams- pilots in the fake light of
Abandoned light houses- or another story whose
Yet abandoned pages are yet folded:
I supposed I loved you, and yet I supposed: what does
It mean to surrender my bosom to your rose.