Shellfish Kissing Maricon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My ears are no longer listening to the lips who
Traffic in the sun:
My eyes are no longer marking the green cannons firing
Their captain’s guns:
That my body is only feeling the soft pulse of darkening
Night:
That it is feeling no other body moving; it is like the lonely
Tide in the loneliest playground;
It weeps in the shadows over the empty ground,
Because it knows that it has no one else to love, but you
Alma; but you,
And who are you sleeping with tonight; Alma: while my
Very soul secretes itself from my pores like a hive of
Lighthouses crying to you:
But you….
But you….