The Gated Community Of His Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sharks are in the sea, doing their professions.
Going down, where don’t they sleep;
Is there a woman who is not a whore, a liar:
I know men that are very good, who like to give head all the
Time.
Women are to them the sunflower in a smoky glade.
Then the dragon curls; it is her body after eating all of her
Friends;
And I love Diana,
But she is just a river with the bends:
And I used to draw her or another goddess in class,
But then my glass was empty;
It didn’t last.
And she is beautiful slipping away with the last of the day,
Giving her bosom to upside down news:
I saw her slipping through the shallows of the bay.
I thought to protect her, but I just gave her roses
Until they clogged up the sea,
The love-struck valentines clinging together in the
Sea-green caesuras, making a pact.
She didn’t know what to say, but she swam around me for
Some time speculating. Turns out she was not hungry
Enough to speak- Maybe she followed the letter carries for
Another week,
Before desiring the richer man’s gold and always
And forever slipped into
The gated community of his sea.