That You Loved Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Silly whispers from the backsides of trucks
Echoing all of the way up the canyons like the bouquets
Of throats opened to lovers;
And all of it a dream of fireworks in emollition to
The heavens,
Sweating pinwheels, and doing time for the nudity of
Angels;
And if I held you here in my palm, like a kitten sweating,
You would look up to me with those deep brown
Eyes all the way from another country
That I found and stole right here- and you said my
Name,
Like weather speaking through the lips of a windmill;
Well, then you had my soul,
And your name illustrated my body- and I reverberated
As if I was some creature trying to breathe my love
For you through a glass, through an atmosphere-
Shedding in metamorphosis through so many illustrious
Classrooms,
Trying to pretend without a doubt, Alma- Alma, that you
Loved me.