Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Beautiful Mystery Of This Song - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The body curls and pullulates and it does good to
Tie down the girl you love securely to the tresses:
That way she can be a damsel in distress in the middle of the night:
Her body can bloom like the soda machines of echinopsis,
And all the boys can stare like wolves in gym class,
So that when the teacher turns back on all the lights, you will not
Be sure what happened:
But if you glance over to her across all the canals of the frogs they’ve
Been dissecting,
And maybe her eyes will have something to say to you:
The body languages in otherwise paralysis, like two versions of the same
Story never coming together, but believe that one another is possible
Deep in the humidity underneath the slow motion ceiling fans of
Their bedrooms,
And she might very well curl a finger to your name in the pit of her
Wildflower beckoning; but you can never be certain that this ever happened,
Which makes it the beautiful mystery of this song.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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