Poetry
Tuesdays
by Tim Jones
On Tuesdays
when we should be making love
we sneak off to the movies instead.
You hold my hand.
I eat an ice-cream
that I don’t need and do not deserve.
It isn’t art: Van Helsing.
Hellboy. Harry Potter 3.
But it’s what you like
and I tag along, looking
for the joins in the CGI
and enjoying this escape
from the sunlit outer world.
Where we blink. We kiss.
Adult again, we go our separate ways.
