Late Night Kung Fu Movies

My pajama-clad body would lie,

under the covers, face-up

with eyes trained on

my open door for

the television’s glow to flicker

against the white walls

taunts me to sneak down

the muted hallway of

hidden dragons and

crouching tiger at midnight,

pale and dark eyes tilted

to flick the tips of little ears,

bodies in fluid motion.