The street lamplight stains the curtains
And reveals a solitary prowling cat
After a moment a line of light strokes the ceiling from a lone passing car
Drifting, ghostlike, on the dark street
Then silence again except for the clock
And her breathing
Slow and comforting
Like a child
I am in love again
In the dark damp night of the city
Which is paradise
J.J.L
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