How you gripped me

I felt like grout

And a cinematographer, screenwriter

I would have captured that scene

Silent film

 / / With the pole on the tube

 / / With your wet hair

blue Bookmark and

Electricity without Bluetooth

Lip balm glossing

How you gripped that blue pole

Like you gripped me

With fingers crooked

Adaptable, struggling

Two silver rings

One with amethyst - no sapphire

Likely made of paste or plastic

You clutched that Bookmark

Like you clutched me

Shots cutting in and out

You turning the next page

Releasing the pole at stops to rest

A swipe to get wet hair strands

Off your face

Regripping it again

With the movement of slim pale fingers, electricity

Back and forth

Up and down

Index and thumb, pole, Bookmark, then the rest

Nails prim, trim

You sat down

You got off

And flicked your ginger blonde hair

With those silver fingers

And the scene ended