For The Love Of You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I’ve stolen things from stores that doesn’t
Exist but that was okay- that was even better,
Because they were made broken anyways;
And I love Johnny,
And I love your c%nt, and the hills up it;
And I tell you what:
I am not a fireman- I am not even a hanged man,
But I will live forever-
Or, I just want to live forever in the little velveteen
Fires between your fairytale legs,
Sharon;
And wasn’t that why you came to my classes,
Sharon? Not because I was beautiful,
But because I worked for something immortal,
And that was for the love of you.