At the Movie Theater
I’ll wear the new red overcoat.
You will wear your blue shirt and jeans.
One of our favored films will be shown
the ‘Lover’ or “Casablanka’
or “Hiroshima my Love”.
I shall cry as always.
You’ll kiss the volcano of my palm.
You’ll caress my hair
softly that it won’t break because of
a memory fluttering in your mind
that we’ve lived these events
in the past, back then
in Vienna, beginning of the century
in a teke in Konstantinoupoli
or even behind a garden.
Your hand won’t touch my body
it’ll simply be part of it
like the phallus
or one of the Fates
and that way sitting
next to each other
in complete darkness
among all these people
precisely in the now
we’ll swim together
inside each other.
And finally when the black whale swallows us,
look, we shall say,
that day we went to the movie.
Manolis Aligizakis 