The Night, In His Sexual Longing

In the taverna, he sits, incognito--- (he’s just 16) among them, the men of the past and dawdles over a bottle of beer, where he’s waiting for the night to rest. He stares at his watch: quarter past ten. Ahh, more hours, for him, to wait. Till how long the bottle will last, half-empty now, until he can see the night in full, naked before his eyes? His youth is like a blazing fire, ready for action and in his wildest dream, he claims the night.