in the darkness of this inner cinema
called 'my daydream'
the silver screen
opens on you
in full colour
as my romatic lead
and me the swooning heroine
lip-glossed and blushng and powdered
to within an inch of my life.
Resisting your teen-idolness
coquetting your nice-guy-edness
yet all the while knowing
your red leather fedora-cocked jauntiness
would win me over
and over
and you would be
getting the girl in the end.
And before those credits even
start to roll
my eyes are already
drinking you in like the
tall cool glass of water
that you are.
And I'm eating all the popped corn
before the movie begins
when you lean across me
in the darkness
of the movie house
greasy-fingering my
bursting white kernels.
And you say you need salt so
you bring me to tears
but then it's chocolate you crave
so i melt for you
And just when i think
i can't play
this scene over
i can't carry on the plot
and stay in my character
well, that's when you tell me
that you want to watch me
all over
again
from the top...
and this time you want buttery topping.