Strike Your Neighbor

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
At long last
Amid smoke and mirrors
   Flashing lights
In a tangle of arms and legs
   History is made