1 Because of the snow we were walking on the street: me one way, you the other. We suddenly passed, and only our glances met when together we turned to look back. Years later now when we cross paths do you, like me, still wonder and regret? Is it possible to meet? 2 Hurtling along in the Underground, I was holding on for life in the swaying throng when I spotted your reflection. What was it—shared desire?—that made you smile like that and me smile back? I should have stayed to find out, but my stop came. And then you were pulling away, and I couldn’t keep pace with the train. Remember? 3 I was the one with salt-and- pepper hair wrapt up in a book at a table near the window who happened to look up when whoever you were with—a friend, perhaps, or lover—stood up and left for a moment and you glanced at me. In that brief space it was as if we said things with our eyes, like: “Are you the one?” Then: “Where do we go from here?” Which is why I’m left wondering now: Shouldn’t we try to find out?—You know who you are. 4 I had followed you into that room of darkness and bodies then—struggling to move to reach you: the place made near impassable with lust—I lost you briefly there. Men everywhere— putting their bodies, on again with unbridled feeling, inhabiting the moment again and again. Then you were there: a torso and crotch being mouthed in the darkness. Moving in, I worked your nipples hard until you groaned and knelt, unzipping me to swallow everything I gave. Nothing was missed. Only, as soon as the moment vanished so did you. And yet, nothing was missed, really, nothing was missed.   Home is the place we take our purchases to— some for me and some, dear heart, for you. We've clothes in our closets, food on our shelves, heat, lights, and locks on our doors to protect our things and selves. Piles of unread books and magazines galore regale our surfeited eyes, and still we lug home more. Home is one place we need not be alone, —with a TV in each room and our cordless telephone. Home is our habitat. It's where we sleep and eat. No other place is as comfy. I tell you: Home is Sweet.