kill bill movie night

written in terza rima form. (rhyme scheme aba, bcb, cdc, etc)

Kill Bill Movie Night

We watch, hidden under tattered quilts
on the moldy smelling corner couch
stories Quentin Tarantino built.

During scenes of glorified yakuza bouts,
I felt your arm find a resting spot behind me,
and thought, whatever he’s got planned, I’ll find out.

My foot falls asleep under me.
Trying to get it awake,
perfect time, I miss the death of O-Ren Rishii.

And that’s when I feel you fake
a yawn, wrap your arm around me, pulling closer.
I have my chance, and wonder, should I take

it, or wait for you to make the most
of my night. Kiss me, you fool. Just something more
to feel… the movie’s over, turn the sound down low,

the static can be too loud, even through the door,
waking people up in the house. Instead of
making a move, you grab part two off the floor.

Reviews

[The Lovely Sound Of Cra..]

Aww. This is cute with that disappointment the narrator recieves at the end of the poem. I liked it. Good job. :)