Book Of Firsts: First Motion Picture Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The distorted, flamboyant yet
Ridiculous screen buoyed
Over the interested faces
Of the patrons – chagrined mothers,
Bored fathers, sleeping children,
Bedside fiends, headboard peers.
We were watching some movie
That we have no interest in,
Just for the sake of two souls
Finding each other inside a theatre.

And that was it,
I never paid close attention to the intricacy
Of the script, nor the confounding twist
To each alleyway of the story.
I find that the first exhilarating motion picture
Was not the one flashed on the bleak square vista.
It was you.
Your motion, as you ate your popcorn,
As you took demure sips from your soda that lost

Its carbon some time ago when I was preoccupied,
Breathing in what you breathe out.
You were my first motion picture,
You just didn’t notice