The Window of the Tobacco Shop
They stood among many others
close to a lighted tobacco shop window.
Their looks met by chance
and timidly, haltingly expressed
the illicit desire of their bodies.
Then a few uneasy steps along the street
until they smiled, and nodded slightly.
And after that the closed carriage,
the sensitive approach of body to body,
hands joined, lips meeting.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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