The movie crackles on the screen
My heart jolts as our feet bump
I choke on nerves and Pepsi in the dark.
Nervous hands slip in sweat
As I reach out across the popcorn
To finally intertwine greased fingers.

The movie now a background noise
Our thighs brush as we push closer
I feel your goosebumps against my hair.
Our bodies (your left side on my right) push
And pulsate and beat against each other

The background movie plays on.
Two hours pass and our hands have danced
Our legs have laughed and pushed
And our hearts are now full.

It’s not because of Spielberg
Nor the popcorn and Pepsi
I blame your fingers, feet, and left thigh.