Sitting in the crowded theater
your face blazes with color:
butterfly wings of blue, red, and green
flutter across your forehead and cheeks;
Fireflies of yellow scurry across your nose.
From the eyes staring intently at the film,
we know the movie is something,
but we'd rather look at each other and smile,
hold hands and exchange an occasional peck,
and I rarely glance at the screen,
for your dark eyes with their black lashes
are enough drama for me.