And once within a pleasant carnival
I lost my heart—
I gave it to her who was looking at
Him—
As the fish had to swim and
Swim
And swim—
All of the time in a glowing bowl—
In each thrashing vein of
Each fleshy soul—
And above—metamorphosis—
The evaporating
Carnival—
Dancing in all of the secret
Spots and
Grottos—
Emollition—
As fireworks kiss
The lips of
Kites—
And the stewardesses,
Ever leaping,
Fall down into the
Beds of forever midnights.
Robert Rorabeck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beds-of-forever-midnights/
