In a pantry,
In a parlour,
In a dug-out shelled on all sides.

In a good mood, on a crying jag,
On the deck, at the railing,
On the way to Mecca.

On drugs, of a type,
Of a well-off family,
Of nothing at all.

We stride down your street.
We stand outside your house.
In the street at dusk.

We linger.
We kiss.
Your lights flash on!

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