You Are So Beautiful That My Heart Doesn'T Care Where It Resides Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Disillusioned by caracoles, this is not Christmas;
But then havent your toes been painted since then;
And I ride bicycles across the rows of
Crocodiles or close cousins of whatever they are;
And we have fun until the nightgowns douse;
And we light off fireworks out front of your paper house;
And Zackery and Jessie have BB Guns;
And there are glowworms in the earth:
We get citrus in today, and the plains reciprocate through the
Sky;
But, Kelly, what are you doing now; what are your very fine
Lips smoking, Kelly-
You are a beautiful woman, and you have already broken me in;
And I want nothing else than you,
For my fine saddle for my bride, if you can never mind my scars;
Then I want you inside to heirloom my house in
The cherry orchard of rainstorms that destroy my chalk stories,
The other romances I’ve been denied;
But you are so beautiful that my heart doesn’t even care where
It resides- as long as I have you inside, inside.