We miss the movie and drive home from the theatre.  Curl up even though it's much too hot out to be this close. The fan drones on, trying to blow the hair off my shinny face. You play with my fingers as you recite the next line in Jurassic Park I tell you not to ruin it, though I know the words too. You smile and kiss my closed mouth until it opens.  I tell you I didn't realize that I missed you this much, and that we've had a dormant kind of love.