#PoetryFriday - Movie Magic.

MOVIE MAGIC
He walked alone
for a day,
Looking at the past
like a black and white movie,
in a small theater
with cold popcorn,
and ancient seats
with no padding.
His past life
convicted him
of his sins.
Who was he to judge hers?
In his movie,
the characters moved silently,
unaware,
sleepwalking through life.
They spoke words to other cardboard cutouts
without ears to hear
or eyes to see.
He wished he knew a sin-eater,
capable of devouring his foolish acts
in an orgy of gluttony.
He wanted only to test his new found understanding
in a cauldron of passion
next to her naked skin.
He wanted to speak truths to her,
holding tight against the tide of men.
How could he explain to her
that his sins equaled hers,
and that his love swallowed the evil impulses
that had threatened to devour them both?
He sat in an air-conditioned theater,
holding her hand,
telling the truth of eternal love,
whispering words of passion into her waiting ears
inviting her to touch him
in places only she knew how to reach.