Star Show at the Cinema

For two hours, your gaze remained arrow-straight,
never wavering from the big show-dream

while I watched the dark moon of your face,
cast blue by the flickering cinema.

As the credits fell like constellations, you
forgot the stirring coals smoldering
beneath your cheekbones

and I almost kissed the laughter bubbling
from your lovely mouth, lips curved
like sadness and distant galaxies.

The universe sways as you stand, never realizing
the gravitational pull of your hips

or how this lingering glance orbits love
upon my far-flung horizons

where nebulous planets collide,

star-struck.