Kino

It was raining in Schöneberg
but we weren’t 
quite
soaked.
On velvet seats
I whisper-
warn you not to finish
the popcorn
then whisper
regret,
hands clasped 
under my damp coat
yours warm
(though there’s no guarantee
with your hit
and 
miss
circulation.)
We talk while the film
rolls
and though I shush us both
I’m confused 
throughout;
sugar and salt
mix in my mouth
while
Eldritch-eyed kisses 
interrupt
promises promises 
of a bath 
when we get home.