Clear Nights Beneath the dimming streetlight amidst the clarity of night I stood drowning in it. Drowning in perverse thought and perfect fantasy, I stood there. The man walked past as he would, I knew, and waved me goodnight with a smile. Upon the next evening to which we met I found myself yearning to be near him, to be touched and held. I turned in my head, over and over thoughts of being his and him mine. As I caught a passing glance I chased my breath from my chest and returned the gaze. Even without thought I showed the pleasure in my expression: without fear without rationale and without shame. At twilight's passing I again gave myself away as I lounged in his presence. Seemingly unwilling to let me leave he struck conversation whenever I advanced towards the door. Almost as instantaneously as my hand would graze the handle he would continue on about me. Walking together and reveling in one another's presence we maintained throughout the night. His hand passed over mine while he, knowing I had prior engagements, brushed his curved lips across my fingers. "Goodnight." He bade me well. Speechless again I stood beneath the street lamp. Immovable. Untouchable. Infatuated beyond reason or possibility of escape. I stood beneath and waited for the next night to come.