Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,164 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

This Hidden Goddess - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And I am in love but not in my prime:
Looking down through the
Substrate like sifting through a wishing well:
Words that are forked,
Trying to find the hidden clefts of reindeer
Sniffing their fox gloves:
Prettily eating babies breath, as the sky cries
And, she, the river floods:
In beautiful fantasy- where areoled nipples
This hidden goddess, brown as the streams
Underneath of airplanes
That ride like angels: she forever came from
Mexico, but I think that she will never be
My love.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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