I can survive if you can survive- for awhile, <br />Outside the trout streams of Mexico- <br />Here are the oily reflections of your mother, <br />Before she had a gun pressed <br />To her head- <br />And had to surrender, as you surrendered: <br />As I have surrendered for you, <br />And given off my skin to my classes: and shed <br />Myself on the stark and barren tree of my <br />Classroom: <br />I hang my skin here for witches <br />And stewardesses, and they come around, <br />Fingering themselves and blowing kisses- oh, <br />The beautiful words that they seem to become- <br />As I remember you in the fruit market, <br />As I remember making love to you in the afternoons <br />When there was too much rain to work- <br />For awhile, for that time, you kissed <br />Me open mouthed, and when you saw me in the little <br />House I bought for you, you jumped into my <br />Lap and we kissed, and we made love, <br />Even though I was drunk: but eventually, you stopped <br />Kissing me opened mouthed- I still get drunk <br />During and after school- and I still like to feel the <br />Warm recesses that happen upon me inside the daydreams of <br />The kissing rooms of the cars out in the student <br />Parking lot- but you no longer know what I mean- <br />And I no longer care.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kissing-rooms-of-the-cars/
