You always stood waiting for me in the lamplight in the middle of the street. I'd crawl out of the nearest alleyway or round a corner and try not to run to you. I wanted to run to you, but I had to play it cool.
You would grab me up and hold me so tight and kiss me deeply, passionately. I always slipped away too fast for you--you wanted to savor the embrace (it was all that you ever had.) I wanted to move away, out of sight, out of the lamplight, under cover(s) away from eyes that would know me.