With Your Undying Forgetfulness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Temples burn from free liquor,
The mosquitoes say nothing while they drink
My legs,
While the cicadas say so much but do nothing,
And somewhere around here there is
A snake as tiny and ringed as a ribbon in your
Indecisive hair;
And it can do just as much to me,
And quite as easily as your insouciant decisions;
If I want to press it to my sweating hinges,
If I want to caress it to the nest of purple veins,
And offer up the delectable avenues and
Choice thoroughfares to the star fruit tree tremulous
With the self-inflicting light of my soul:
This coral snake as tender as the most unnoticed wanderer
Through the weeds and wild crèches,
Like your sightless wanton kisses can do to me,
Lay me akimbo in the crime scene awaiting recognition,
The suicide of a unsparing cat
Who has no choice but to like the way the poison purrs
Like your hand upon its oily coat,
And thus lose all of its inauspicious lives to lie down and digest
Into unstoppable mounds of industrious stingers,
A cenotaph barbed so lucidly with your undying forgetfulness.