My love affair with cinema
When I was five, I first met her
In a thicket of minds
waiting patiently to see her
Projected on a sheet that smelled like sunshine
She connected us like the windows of a greenhouse
Feeding our heads with her rich gaze as she appeared
Like dark chocolate
Like the sound of my mother’s voice
I could feel my first inebriation
drunk off the light that was dancing in my eyes
perception flooding
a child understanding the concept of alive
this rectangle drenched in color
behind the cellar door of my consciousness
constant
like the recurrence of a wave
gave me definition
I had fallen in love
it was called a film