It all seemed too much for a first date--
The overcrowded theater unromantic,
husks to the backs of chairs,
clumsy hooves clomping up the slanted steps.
The setting is traditional, a fallback for the uncreative,
and the metal cup holder arm rests dig into our gargantuan grey bodies,
amplifying our discomfort.
Our ears, oversized and untamed, brush against one another
when we turn our heads to shoot rowdy preteens the evil eye.
It is sweaty, loud, a zoo in here,
the theater is no place for elephants falling in love--
but our blatant awkwardness, the blistering fury of our infatuation
lusts to makes itself known.
Quietly, warily, I fumbled for your foot,
to touch you for the first time.
" but the setting is traditional, a fallback for the uncreative" i was cheesing hard when i read that... it's so true
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