Room at Strada Lisabona
by Trevor Landers

In your spartan room
   an unlikely lover
drains a bottle of Rigas Balsam; nervously
   lubricates the slipping wheels of chance
       watches your pacing like a cougar
   her pulse racing,
 he leaves
      into the night, without stealth, without kisses

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