Sonnet no. 1


		Tonight is not the time
		because the sky is amber, rust and coriander
		A good evening for our usual crime
		Bonding in the underworld

		It's different now, you try to not be 
		too near by habit though you lean on me
		I notice every touch 
		A familiar voltage, I twitch slightly

		I know you feel it, you pull the plug
		and talk more about the Revolution
		and other subjects not relating to
		Why we find ourselves together