Making The Audience Fall In Love Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I’ll drink to you by the rivers
Where the soldiers’ boots have crossed,
And the deer are all yet sleeping:

Oh, but you are beautiful.
I want to do jumping jacks for you
And hold your hand and promenade
Around twenty-four hour fountains,
Which seem to laugh in the
Moonlight;

Or die with you in a movie theatre
After you have forsaken my love:
Bleeding out, watch your ingénue on the
Screen,
Telling me things I’d always liked to hear,
Making the audience fall in love.