Some Soon Afternoon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The bodies burn time and time again:
All of the ancestors getting up and congratulating themselves
Until they become the unresolved constellations in the sky
Burning over the swimming pools
And unearthed oceans, touching themselves and telling themselves that
They are divine,
While the poisonous mariposas and venomous butterflies flutter
High over the shoulders of my mind,
While I am getting somewhere, or maybe it is that I am not even real:
Maybe it is that I am just the body of a ship going down,
Or I am the tail end of a beautiful snake entering a wall:
Anyways, I don’t know my own stanzas:
All I know that this is hardly Christmas, but it sounds like Christmas:
Doesn’t it, Alma:
Because I am only trying to mimic your body, Alma:
And your body is as bright and green and vermilion as Christmas;
Navidad- Alma- your soul is my Navidad;
And you are a fairy world-
And this is how we live forever, Alma:
This is how we survive forever under the deciduous breath:
While my dogs whine and decorate early for you,
And I have a crush on you, my browny muse:
You are my goddess, and I love your wetness- in between your fingers
Or your legs: it is all the same to me, while the candlelight flickers
And the both of us and our gods: we all wait for you:
Alma- Alma: we sing so loud as we hold the breath for our wishes,
Saving up to buy you some soon afternoon.