At the sinny
The light reflects off the screen into the dark
Illuminating our pale new faces
Our stolen glaces
gnawed lips
Clammy palms
Who to step first...
You, or I?
Finally neither of us can take the rising tension
High to our waists
They could fill our empty coke bottles
And we both reach for the other's hand
They fit perfectly together like flesh puzzle pieces
I wished we could stay forever like that
But eventually the film ends;
I think the woman ended up drowning in a lake
We stood, everyone milling around us to leave the theatre
We didn’t move….
Soon they had all left
We’re still here….
You are the island I cling to
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