I am watching the film in your face:
your enjoyment crinkling
at the corners of your eyes,
teeth catching your lower lip,
blood draining from the pressure,
draining back as soon.
Furrows on your forehead,
I am smiling at your absorption,
want to stub them out with my thumb
but you catch me looking
so I turn back to the screen
till your face is mine again.
The words on my lips
remain unsaid. There will a time
when, not having words,
I will wish I had spoken; a time
when love being tested, I could say
I used to watch films in your face.