Secret Of Grottos Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She has her family, and I have my rum
And masturbation:
I have the terrible habits and my dog has fleas.
The rabbit in the forest beneath the house
Has a heart murmur;
And I’ve had at sending bottles across the seas
To new wives there
And mermaids; but he sleeps with her:
He sleeps with her, but I have all of her love now,
Like airplanes have the sky,
And I hold to her like stones hold the earth.
The light of the lighthouse is in her eyes-
In her brown eyes,
And my whispers flow over her, repeating the gifts
Of my dreams-
And I hold her next to my hollowness- and through
The inebriate bachelorhood,
The light from her most secret of grottos gleams-
Gleams.


Alma- Alma.