The giant smiled. <br /> <br />His 5 o'clock shadow <br />looming large <br /> <br />like a big field <br />of stubble. <br /> <br />Each of his pearly whites <br />the size of a very tall man. <br /> <br />He looked at me <br />but...beyond me. <br /> <br />I held my breath <br />... as did all the rest. <br /> <br />All of our attention <br />was upon him <br /> <br />& what <br />he would do next. <br /> <br />The female giant <br />smiled deliciously back <br /> <br />her luscious lips <br />parted slightly <br /> <br />as if she were <br />out of breath. <br /> <br />A tsunami wave <br />of hair fell tantalisingly <br /> <br />over one eye. <br /> <br />Her smile <br />could have swallowed us all. <br /> <br />They kissed <br />like worlds <br /> <br />...colliding. <br /> <br />The little woman <br />next to me <br /> <br />stifled a sob. <br /> <br />A small woman <br />on the other side of me <br /> <br />sighed &...sighed <br /> <br />whispered under her breath: <br /> <br />'Oh God...oh God! ' <br /> <br />Then the music swelled & <br />the movie ended with a FIN. <br /> <br />The giants <br />those icons of celluloid & light <br /> <br />disappeared <br />up the stairway of light & dust <br /> <br />vanished into <br />the projector room <br /> <br />like ghosts <br />returning to the tomb. <br /> <br />We ventured out <br />into the bitter cold night <br /> <br />each of lost <br />in our own little make believe <br /> <br />each of us our own Bogey <br />each of us our own Bacall. <br /> <br />The giants now <br />trapped <br /> <br />forever in our heads <br /> <br />that last kiss <br />held prisoner <br /> <br />in our longings & <br />desires.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-just-put-your-lips-together-blow-for-scarlett/
