These Sweet Things For You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am famished by liquor and see how I swim out
Past your jetty:
See how I destroy the laws of society; and you are in bloom:
You are the luxurious cream on the lips of the void:
Everything about you is blueness; and it is unavoidable;
And I am well done; and I am being shot off:
And you are in Colorado in your desirous nooks and crannies;
And I am just the lisping rose of a blown out carnie:
I am a hobo dying in his little spaces beside those usual
Canals, which are now engorged:
And I am wreck; and your child and your life are beautiful,
And they are singing to me from so far away,
But Virgil could take me to you: I know his phone number,
And what I need to say:
You are a goddess, an absolute goddess out upon this earth,
And I haven’t yet kissed you, or given you the chance to betray me:
I know you would, if you ever allowed me to kiss you:
So don’t do that: don’t do anything to me, just let me rest underneath
Your cool tresses, and when your husband comes in say to him
I am nothing, as I am: Let me be a trinket in your storeroom,
Let me be nothing to you, but let me be as near to you as all your liquor
Bottles,
And let my eyes hang upon you like on the portrait of a lady:
Let me hang under the Mona Lisa like the penumbra of a daydream,
And let me keep saying these sweet things for you.