You Like My Poems Because.... (Censored) Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You like my poems
Because you know they're
All for you....

Even when you slip
Into the arms of other men,
Even when you die together
Into rapturous sin,

You know my every word is
Yours,

And even after I follow my
Ex-lover's lead and stagger defeated
In the material realm to dig myself a
Married grave,

You will remain there hovering,
Like a power-line,
The truest form of womanhood,
A creature birthed from Plato's lips....,
Immaculate and wielding everlasting beauty
Your body cast in the armor of
Naked radiance, bejeweled in the
Glorious reds of
Your parted places,
Those flowers that lay upon you,
The stimulated filigrees....,

Though I will fall into the disgraceful
Spoiled bowl of human commitment,
Of social shackles,
Where I may marry a politician's daughter,
A defeated nun, a p*rn star,
Or even the rare female ax-murderer,
Who will split my head in to two
Instead of stabbing me while I look away
Towards you....,

You will remain
Perfect in those imperfect lines
I havve taken from your realm out into this
Cold globe, to show all around what you really are-
Blooming,
Perpetual spring
The ancients spoke of
When they invented knowledge....,

This is why you like my poems,
Dearest soul,
Burn me up until I am almost gone
Knowing on and on
They are all for you....