We leave together,
the boy from Alexandria and I.
Bodies still tingling from common knowledge,
Appetites appeased from the same meal.
I confess that I was slightly drunk
in the old lift on the way down,
I hope that you were too...
You brush against me softly as we leave the building
and go into the busy morning street.
The passion that we shared the night before still glowing.
Our forbidden secret somehow not visible
In the morning light.
Our hope for a love that was not to last
more than a few days.
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