My Cherry Sunday-Ed Pillow Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want to live with the animals in
Sherwood Forest:
I want her to toss me her brazier during
The show so that I can take a mental note
Of what she smells like,
And wait for her to come to my stage door,
As the rains come,
Billowing like pillow fights with soar mouths too
Full of cotton candy and wax knickknacks
Bought at the over spilling zoo;

Or, at least, I would like to win the game,
To have the ostentatious chance to squeeze her
Breast like an orange,
To circle around her three times, only paying once,
To have a good chance to look deep into her mouth to
Seek out all of her fillings,
And too grin to see that in actual fact she is just as
Scarred and sweet-toothed as I am,
To lay upon her chest like a cherry-Sunday-ed pillow,

To want to say how much I still love her,
Dear unrelenting god,
But I do not have the guts.