In the Alley.
Moonlight wishes and fire escapes. A half empty bottle of wine. An elegant glassful away from a bad decision. A thoughtfully chewed pencil tapped lightly against upturned lips as she studied them. A witness to the dance. The song all their own. The acute absence of a cinematic sax. How does one draw music? The wisp of steam rising, curling its way to heaven. Lost in the dark of night, his hand behind her neck. Pulling. Expectant lips, open. How does one draw attraction? Willingness. Consent. Need. Artful light, a sheer drape. Not for lack of wanting.