So, I do not write love poems or love-related poems or anything of the sort. But I just had to get this out there; because it is a vision that's been possessing me and I have to write it out. Anyway. I apologise for the crapola in advance.
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Yes, they would stare
as we walk, hand in hand, on the matted black polyester.
And we would sit in the back.
The last row. You wouldn't mind; because
it's ours alone.
The light would stream out from above us
a golden column, catching dust.
You would put an arm around me; awkwardly.
But eventually we'd melt together.
Soft curves fit each other nicely.
And at some point, while the lights flash in front of us
our cheeks would touch, radiating warmth.
There will be words in the air; but they will be meaningless.
A turn of face, a lifted chin.
A kiss; the sun.
As the credits roll, you will keep your arm around me
and then we will walk back out into the blinding fluorescence;
hand in hand.
They will laugh, they will stare
and we will giggle like schoolgirls.
Warmth is only natural.
