Popcorn
 
Silence, and the movie rolled
The credits sank through the floor
And the lights gently dimmed
Simmering into soft darkness
 
She sat there beside me
Interposing beauty
On the refurbished furniture
Breathing quiet anticipation.
 
Butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
Connects our cushioned seats
 
Screenplay dances ever onwards
Eyes never leave the sparkling screen
Except occasional glances
At eyes that shimmer crystalline
And a laugh as pure as the rain.
 
Ending credits waterfall
And I'm begging time to freeze
As this moment dissolves in my grasp
And the ubiquitous breeze
Of change relegates it to memory
 
Of butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
That joined our cushioned seats.