Cinema

Needs Revision

I grew up in a story book of nursery rhymes and fairy tales,

overlooking underdogs while pining for a prince.

Waiting for you was shallow breath and bitten fingernails,

but the screen shone and you’ve been my co-star ever since.

Sitting in the sunset windowsill, you smiled the warmest smile,

as cool blue threw shadows from a dorm room Christmas tree.

You shone in the holiday spotlight�" the world paused for a while

before the crescendo came the first time you kissed me.

Your fingers brushed my own like black and white keys,

playing me into your melodic duet.

Candlelight melted through off-Broadway harmonies:

our dialogue through bitten lips and shallow breath.

End credits rolled by echoes of laughter �"

fade to black… this film is my happily ever after.