If There's A War I'Ll Sleep With You One Last Time Before I Get Killed Poem by Robert Rorabeck

These nights are falling like stairs to nowhere,
And I have no idea where your eyes are leading,
Though I have seen them grazing
On the natural selection,
And if you don’t remember seeing me, never mind,
Because I have set out to find you
Alone as my body rests-
I will come to you and pick you up,
For an eight hour adventure of a lifetime.
We can go to that theme park every night,
Even if you are married to another man,
I have a million things to tell you,
And it won’t cost a thing,
Undoubtedly, you won’t even hear me,
But I will still be here for you, trying my best;
This is all I can do, for you
Are some kind of perfect summer,
And I know I shouldn’t love you, not anymore,
But this is not something that needs to go away,
There are so many points upon your unfamiliar lifetime
I can dropp down upon,
Places you’ve never been, you will take me to,
And afterwards, if you let me, I can show you
All these things I continue to try to say,
Because I don't want to die a virgin:
Long distances kisses from a man who really doesn’t
Matter, who sees you blindly, fool heartedly
He is building a ship to sail out to you,
Just to see you once more, in this quiet life,
He hopes for one more chance,
To hold your hand and step out the
Doorway,
To the backyard you have forgotten to explore.