Your Absolutely Gorgeous Worth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Next time again I see you
Against the sun angel with bosom:
I want to fall on my knees for you and snack
Off your perfumes,
Even if the boats in the harbor don’t know you
At all:
Even if this is the orchid I forgot to lay thirsty
Rooted
As sacrifice to your family’s crypt:
I want to smell you like the branch of a great long tree
That never lets off its givings of fruit,
The selected offerings of the glade,
The nuptials where you are always leaking like a book
Of parables;
And it makes me wish to close my eyes and regress,
To fall like waves of sunlight over your unnoticing abyss:
This is where you live,
And this is this: while the students multiply in the university,
While the armies ant:
I see you out reconstructing the nature of being in the
Freckled diadems of the arbor
Beside the carport, beside the church,
Not even thinking, like the words on the tip of a candle blessed
In a church:
You are going out tonight with your sister, while the earth turns,
Baring your shoulders, giving us a delicate peep show
Of your absolutely gorgeous worth.