The lights dim low,
a pathetic attempt to mask
the true beauty and art
that beholds in the darkness.

The music rises and the colors flash
the names flash like mosquito bites
they don't show the real important
names of faces in the room.

The actors dance on screen
like dust swirling on a highway
insignificant as compared to
the distraction that entrapped me.

The explosions pale like
a small flashlight pointed
upon a vast starry night sky,
it's brightness drowned by subtle beauty.

And the ****** of a kiss,
a mouth-watering scene
in slow motion looks like
a high speed chase compared
to my hand as it creeps slowly.