The Grottos Of The Rain Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We can share the same girl, and we can go with
Her for hours:
I can look just as beautiful for her as you can,
But I cannot drink anymore if I want to go with you
To see her tonight;
And maybe you were my first love but who are
You anymore but an accomplice:
And from the adobe stilts we can stretch our necks
Over the inter coastal and look at all of the gaudy
Monoliths over in Palm Beach:
We can even sleep in their expensive shells when their
Absence is rich,
And I believe a mermaid would even come to us
In between the caesuras of baby blue cavalries and proposition
Us both the same,
And leave us both hung over come morning sleeping in
The grottos of the rain.