While You Give In Your Eternity Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sisters in the same room,
But one at a time; and I’ve been doing nothing
Beautiful except for you,
Maybe once a month, or not at all, but one at a time:
Slowly and really economically:
While your bodies are just as coy as the disembodied
Cheshire Cat underneath the airplanes:
That is how you play out for me and any old boy who
Is willing to pay;
And maybe like a satire, or like a sitcom; or maybe just like
The letter S, I will see
You again this Friday, because I want to come in out
Of the rain,
And I want to feast upon you perfumed in your lingerie,
Because I am allowed to fall down upon you like a man
Impressed by his savior in his grapevines,
Like old or even extinct lovers getting together in rest stops
To pass the discordant time;
And because of this you are like Disney World, and I am
Just getting started; but I want to be all busy all over you,
While the night transoms into itself,
While the ships sink, and while your other sisters who are
Only half as beautiful have fallen so far away
To have forgotten the important business you do for me
Takes away from the flirtatious meaning they only give with
Their eyes in passing, while you give in your entirety,
Which is why you are so remembered and absolutely praised.