To Make A Together Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Slipping heretofore back and forth from
The general
And the specific, I wish to try my hand at comparing
The greatest things to you:
Alma;
I want Jove and the greatest gods to steal you away,
Even while I drive around with you on our homeopathic and
Far fetched honeymoons,
Leaping across the blue or green graveyards like fifteen year
Old boys,
As I admire you ass, and all of the profundity of the profound
Nothingness my admiration for you surceases
Into my art form, or lack there us:
And I let us pretend that there grows up there strictly around
That little hut of the albino crocodile there at the zoo
After we had made love only one time-
Even though that very evening and very sincerely we would make
Love again,
Even though my uncle would take the fruit market back from
My parents,
Making them move back to Arizona and my dogs:
Just as you would have to move back to him nightly, in that overly
Mortgaged hutched,
Even though we’ve now made love approaching some two dozen
Times, though it hardly seems enough;
And the carriages are still wild and migratory, and cursing up
The heavily penumbrae slopes which just seem to go up and up
As if approaching the summit of some sincere adversary:
But until that time, I will still hold my breath
While we see different movies in the same movie house, our
Whispering bodies still whispering to each other, and blowing
Across each of our stolen bones incorrectly as if we both are together
Waiting for the opportune time to make a together of our most important
Wish.