The nights I have loved in high school when I was <br />A wolverine, I am still resonating out from: <br />I am a still born in a glass masons shop, being reintroduced <br />To the forge as punishment for my plagiarism and pornographies; <br />And the only conquistadors I have ever known where <br />Ants stinging my palm like toy soldiers, <br />The only combatants I have ever loved; and what about your <br />Love, Sharon: <br />Sharon, all washed up like torn and pleading paper dolls on the <br />Beaches of Normandy: Defeated, this is the new world, <br />With the sky coming up like the make believe filigree above your <br />Dollhouse, Sharon; <br />And I sing to you because you are the only muse who I haven’t <br />Afforded the change to betray me: <br />And I’ve saved enough money to buy a house outright or to <br />Climb Mountain Everest under the moonlight; but that really isn’t <br />Enough to get you to believe in me; <br />And Sharon, Sharon: The earth is moving beneath us, and I have <br />Finished off most of a bottle but I am note a fine lady, Sharon: <br />And tonight is your night, added to your like galleons to your conquest: <br />Tonight is your night, and for you I am doing my best: <br />I wish I was the tin-man for you: I wish I was going down to vacuum <br />Your caesuras: I wish I had the confidents you had toward this <br />Life, Sharon: <br />I wish I obeyed your natural laws, and that I was a butterfly whose <br />Final declaration was upon the tarmac of your softly crenulated <br />Bosom, Sharon; because that is the only thing anymore that <br />Ever draws me to, Sharon: <br />And I wish I was a beautiful man for you, Sharon: <br />I wish that I was your because.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-because/
