Lost opportunity
But just a beginning
Creak of planks
The river laps stealthily
Against the shore
The city shimmers
Infinite distance
I walk alone
Alongside someone else
The night is dense
And getting denser
Half a moon
Hangs low on the wall
The lights grow dim
And senses fade
Except
Touch
At long last
Amid smoke and mirrors
Flashing lights
In a tangle of arms and legs
History is made