The Art of Making

The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips

The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea

Overheated Again

You’d be proud

You finally sat still

And let my overheated body crash onto

What I think was your chest

While some big-eyed, long-legged, bubble-blowing bug

Dug in

And giggled at the whole thing

Whose eyes were more sleepy – yours or mine?

A movie we couldn’t have missed

It was epic

And here I am overheated again

Or it could have been your shoulder before 

Epic, I said