Something woke in me last night,

visited my youthful pursuits, with

a younger partner who seemed more

than familiar, who was familiar. Was

it the candlelight and the cold bottle of

sparkling burgundy, that cast aside shadows,

brought to the fore, no time for foreplay

these days, a curious late adolescent couple,

a walk across a bridge, in the big city,

holding hands, cradling the future

only fifty-nine years ago.