Donning Of New Satellites Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They were shown the mark of his kiss,
And afterwards they could not be friends
In the red bricked aquariums where
Knowledge grew in the coital branches
And the cheerleaders budded on luscious stems-
They made love for some time after,
Trying to diffuse what they were sure to be,
But persistently he came knocking,
With an invitation to become a vampire.
For then the walls were sad and stormy,
And their silence echoed like an army,
They saw each other infrequently in the courtyard
Their friends gossiped lackadaisically in the gym,
But the time together has had its passing
And both the wiser, they were graduating
Their odometers were flipping over, they were aging
And the time that held them both so closely,
The likely heroines of our story,
Was the frantic passing of a dying season,
The way love calculates without a reason;
So now on new pastures, their eyes go fawning
And to novel bodies, like faithless satellites,
They are so far away donning.