Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,024 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

That Always Need - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Give me wine and give me
Trinkets of gold.
Leap airplanes around me,
And sing to me songs that will
Never weep-
I will climb mountains.
I will sheer the golden sleep,
And look into your eyes as they swim,
And eventually drown into
Those dreams-
I am not a beautiful man,
But I still will run my winsome fingers
Across your tracks and
Seems-
I will glide across you like a paper airplane,
And I will nest inside you like
The crèche of a tremulous plum tree,
Or a star fruit tree,
Bitter sweet from all the things
That always need.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009



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