Baring bodies to strangers through peeping tom glass
Bared backs, no marring strap to clothe illicit luminosity.
They gather, giving nothing away
I wonder if they enjoy me or the night air.
He walks out to a parapet to hold a lettered sign
Which goes unread in dark’s blurring expanse. Two fingers held
And slip away, hidden in folds of clothing fabric.
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