Columbus Ave by Jim Healy

The night sky dotted with tight circles,
Fog surrounding street lamps,
Was close, heavy as a wet wool
Clinging to us walking, my hand
Tangled in the back of your sweater.
In this heavy air
I play sensual tag with you
Down the sidewalk ignoring puddles
To maintain fingertip connection.
At the corner stopped to wait
I am caught by my own looking at you
And the amber circles
In the green of your eyes--
Frozen with awe and desire
Like fog refracted
In the glow of mercury vapor.