Our sweaty palms
hold each others tightly,
while my converse
stick to the soda and
butter-covered floor.
I think I can hear
your heart racing,
I wonder if you can hear mine
racing in my chest.
My mind races
and my heart picks up speed
when you glance at me.
Though an action film
plays in front of us,
I can't keep my eyes off of you
and the way your eyes look
as they'd dart around the screen,
absorbing every detail.
You glance at me
every once in a while,
as if checking to make sure
I was still there.
A small smile
colors your face
when I'm still there.
We both reach
into the popcorn bucket
at the same time,
our fingers brushing
causing our simultaneous blushes
and burst of giggles
at the cliche,
as we're shushed by the lady
behind us.
Every date feels like the first with you.
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