In Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In Me



Traffic creeps on Sundays,
Away from church,
Or toward the whore:
I want to skip off work and gallop
To the sea,
I want to lay in her
And have her lay in me.

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Kerry O'Connor 26 October 2009

A perfect little poem - succinct and powerful.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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