Movie nights

                           Movie nights

      

Your hair,
It tickles me
near the nape of my neck,
When you sleep with your head rested on my shoulders.
I try to balance the luxury of your comfort
And sit upright, not moving an inch!

You shrug, and fall into my lap,
The black and white characters on screen,
Seem to move at a faster pace now,
The white incandescence falls on your face
You frown and bury your face towards me.

My fingers draw patterns on your scalp
And your soft hair, cushions them.
You are fast asleep,
And these are the romantic movie dates,
I await..the black and white screen
With your sleeping face rested on my lap
And your face ever so serene!

So tell me,
When would you like to visit again
I'll keep my father's movie collection here
You can pick one out 
And fall into a blissful sleep