And I am in love but not in my prime: <br />Looking down through the <br />Substrate like sifting through a wishing well: <br />Words that are forked, <br />Trying to find the hidden clefts of reindeer <br />Sniffing their fox gloves: <br />Prettily eating babies breath, as the sky cries <br />And, she, the river floods: <br />In beautiful fantasy- where areoled nipples <br />Rise: <br />This hidden goddess, brown as the streams <br />Underneath of airplanes <br />That ride like angels: she forever came from <br />Mexico, but I think that she will never be <br />My love.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-hidden-goddess/
