Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,677 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Your Nude Knees - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am as mute as the cathedral, and I
Am dreaming
And all of this is the reason that the snow falls
Across the television:
I don’t suppose it is anything entirely beautiful
But then it was just the weather
Across the television in her high heels
And then I guess I knew what it was you
Were talking about through the echoes
Or through the trees while there was still
A reason and it remained echoing- echoing
Across the forgotten chassis-
While the sweet- sweet pornographies sang
Of the open estuaries of your nude
Elbows- or, or they sang as well of your
Open estuaries of your nude- or
Your nude knees.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 28, 2011

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