The Silent Slender Body Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Silent Slender Body



Oh, Alma. Come with me,
And become unnaturally holy:
I will step outside and kiss your feet and say everything that
There is to say about this and now
Unicorns, and now this, and all of the plumes of sciences

And the colors that
they have passed: and your name is, alma,
And we have slept together and I have tasted your soul;

And now all of the world turns around like a Ferris Wheel that
Isnt even real, and all of its joy seems to happen over
The infinite fields of strawberries where I guessed that
We were making love,

But otherwise I couldn’t
Even believe, while all of the numbers were counting themselves
And all of the numbers of themselves where gathering themselves
Up and bathing together in the rainclouds of
The rainforests that weren’t even there,


And I kissed and held your hand today which I guessed wasn’t even
Real,
But that is what this all about, the pouting of your body
Before all of the eruptions of the penultimate summate,
While my parents are coming home again
Never minding what was had to be real;


And this is just the silent slender body shooting its way, Alma
All throughout all that you’ve never had to feel.

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