To Other Women Poem by Robert Rorabeck

To Other Women



I can follow you on our bicycles for quite some while:
We can move across the intercostals and further away from your
Husbands,
And I will still be afraid of losing you; it seems that your body
Can never tire, carried by the transoms of your blue eyes
Like engines in the sun; and I could lay you down in my house
And you could never move, but I know the moment my eyes
Were distracted from the lagoons of your flesh which seemed to
Be perfectly tamed, you would disappear like beautiful water lapped
By the daylight, like all of these neighborhoods which used
To be so full and pullulating- They have to be going somewhere,
And maybe that is where you return, your dresses molting
Like cicadas or drunken prom queens across the front yards
While the palm trees swayed and the cars slept with all of their quieted
Windows closed and darkened
While other men made love to other women deep, deep through the houses
That I am afraid I would surely lose you in.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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