Midnite

A police helicopter circles above.
An old man takes a young
man into his room and locks
the door.
I lay in bed thinking of
an ex-lover, how the brush
of my hand against her ass
was magical enough to
rebuild a bridge she'd burned,
torches in each hand.
The helicopter leaves.
They either found who
they were looking for
or the culprits got away
and I just heard laughter
in the hallway.
Peace.
The only noise now is a
drain from someone washing
away their sins.