The Rest Of My Life Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And there was a castle I invaded
When I slept with you for eighteen months intermittently—
The sea would come in
And half destroy it—we would put it back together in
A bedroom of mulatto salt—
Astonishing, that I couldn't fit all the way inside of you the
First couple of times,
Even though you'd born two children on your way here
From Mexico—
And all of the songs I sang of you, and to you—
Hoping to win our castle from the sea—
But you could not give up its grandeur—how it was
Able to destroy what I knew of you entirely—
How you went back to him every night—your neck
Pulled and bitten by the moonlight,
Leaving me with the things I of immortality I saw
While we were together—
Until I gave up, finally, and happily married—and
So fought for the rest of my life.