Shakespeare in Love
by Ann Drysdale
Two of us in the cinema alone.
A special screening, just for you and me.
We might have died. Nobody would have known.
Two past-it arty-farties on our own;
A film nobody else wanted to see.
Which left us in the cinema alone,
Two eager kids, albeit overgrown,
All by ourselves, with all our four hands free.
We could have died; nobody would have known.
You scared to risk your cover being blown
And I too shy to try low coquetry,
We sat there in the cinema alone
So terrified of lowering the tone
We missed a perfect opportunity—
We could have died; nobody would have known.
My thighs were soup, my love, and yours were stone,
From all that raw Renaissance imagery.
Two of us in the cinema alone—
We should have died. Nobody would have known.