When You Make Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you linger here, maybe midnight will find us both
Kissing in the graveyard:
Maybe Michael will read Mark Twain before he goes to sleep
Tonight,
Alma, because I bought him The Prince and The Pauper for
Two dollars at the dollar store
That for all I know may be the nearest to the sea;
And when I hold your hand I feel good;
And when I kiss your lips I fill better-
And I am not Shakespeare except when you make me
Shakespeare:
Alma- And, Alma, why I’ll be damned if you don’t always
Make me Shakespeare.