To The Silken Grotto Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It’s almost midnight and
Nothing has changed;
I was held up at gunpoint
And pleaded for my
Life;
But when they left with
My muse underarm,
Folded up like a kidnapped
Butterfly,
I ran after them
Screaming, screaming your
Name;
And I got their license plate,
So the cops drove me around
And eventually took me
To the silken grotto where
You are living with
Him unlawfully;
And I deified you even though
I didn’t want rain;
And I am waiting for you
Still, because I know that
Eventually you must come
Out; and you are mine.