In a strange city
Adventurer comes.
Through straight gates
And cobbled streets
Abruptly
A soft tongue ceases.
Strange tones
Spoken
Over a glass of sherry.
Sweetly sprinkled
On table top
The soft glances.
Traces in dust
Absently
Ever mindful
Eyes reaching
Past bottles
To the open door.
Quick light flickers
Through an alley
Cat sliding
Between cans
Watching an open door
Shut stealthily.
Goes adventurer
Through straight gates
And cobbled streets
And noiseless lips
Purse
With a locking of eyes.
