the street waiting at the pedestrian crossing, I watch intently knowing I will recognise you even from this distance and I am right, I lick my dry lips as I watch you cross the street, it is when you reach the other side of the road that I realise that even if I wanted to I cannot resist my attraction to you. I leave the book shop just as you disappear from my view but I am not concerned as I know exactly where you are, I even know by my timing what shop front you would be