Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,196 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Then A Whisper Of A Sea - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Subterfuge of romance, because what other sort
Of subterfuge is there: all at once running away from war,
Running into France,
Looking at her gondola underneath all of those soft lights of
Looking up her body like along the soft pews on Sundays:
Looking along her body and seeing her secret rosaries; and kissing
And speaking to them as if they were a soda fountain of your
Unborn children,
While the sky just fumes: while it is packaged by cool jets;
While its bodies of seraphim divide to multiply, like schoolyards
Of tankards of jellyfish in the sea;
And I wish so many times that I was better at these amusements:
Wish that I was really taking off all of her diamonds of her old
Times and speakeasies:
And this is all she is, folding down like fresh laundry in the dorm room
Of her freshmen,
Trapping her like the innocent nuances of all of my neophytes:
A dime of blood, a ruby seed, a blushing point and then a whisper of
A sea.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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