C. P. Cavafy
They were standing amid many others
near an tobacconist’s illuminated window.
By chance their glances met,
and their illicit carnal desire
they expressed anxiously, haltingly.
Then, a few uneasy paces in the street –
until they smirked, and nodded slightly.
And after that the enclosed carriage ….
the sensual approach of bodies,
the locked hands, the locked lips.