Today In A Rain Shower Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sitting on my laurels and drinking the last of my
Guatemalan rum,
I am yet always hiking further and further up for you, Alma:
I have almost masturbated atop the pearly summit of
Another orgasm,
While your sister laughs at you for being in love:
And then at night I light candles and pray to the Virgin of
Guadalupe to give you the best carnivals the goodnesses that are
Your pleasure:
While your body has already breastfed the god fearing lips of
Another man’s two children,
They are like the Siamese springs of a hidden cemetery still
Breathing in the topknots of a cliff only the best climbers
Know how to survive up to:
And now that I have gotten here, I remember how you road me
Like a cowgirl up into the rowdy lights of a cherry-creek
Rodeo:
And we made love, face to face, while you smelled like the spilled
Syrup over a delectable and forbidden meal,
But it was the best love that I can remember: Alma, it was
Real, and the gods remembered us,
Even while the airplanes fell down into the organic pits of the
Gulf of Mexico:
Maybe that was where our ancestors met and ate themselves:
But can you imagine the breakfast our child would have if we came
Together,
Two souls separated so far by all of these forbidden worlds:
They would be so brilliant as to be the first to go to even more forbidden
Planets,
And they would have no need for television: and she or he could feel our
Roots growing through the rich abutments of their body, Alma:
I am sure that our child could feel this way,
But I can only imagine how he would see all of the stars in the heavens:
I can only imagine how she might feel the pulsing lights of the far
Away stars as the rain kissed her skin, as I kissed your skin
Today in a rain shower in the living mausoleum of your sweet-ass car.