With Eyes Such As Yours Poem by Robert Rorabeck

How many girls have blue eyes,
But they are not like yours: They are the yoke of
Graveyards compared to you eyes-
And in all sincerely of parks filled with children chasing
Hidden eggs on Easter,
I want to find you; I have always wanted to find you,
Even while a paraplegic being driven
To Alaska by my father to participate in gunfights;
And then to have my hand pressed in the coat of the grandest
Grizzlies with sleep apneas;
I really have to congratulate that I did this to myself,
While keeping my eyes turned up and cursing and bighting my
Tongue like a lobster trap of escargot:
And it was fun, and I got to ride a moose and buy shaven
Jewels with so many other tourists as fat and copulating as
An entire aquatic nursery of gurgling terrapins
While the otters swam and listened to the sea from the bellies of
The nuts they were cracking;
And you are special joy, Kelly- fibrillating against the species
Of really unexpected clouds;
And you make me think of rainstorms, and how someone really
Entrepreneurial can follow them across country,
Like a mighty exegesis on a book of manifest
Destiny;
And now you couldn’t care what I have been saying about
Myself:
This is just the glittery strata fornicating with the down syndrome
Moths on the top of the shelf:
And Kelly you go away now, into your doublewide kingdom of
Alligators and whippoorwills;
And lay into your poor husband, and make him sing for you
The way any poor minstrel should have to proposition a queen
With legs of muscle cars and trick ponies,
And too with eyes such as yours.