...don't you realize/ how you hynotize/ make me love you each time...
The Questing Sniff and I step out into caressing dark. Four bright lights decorate the sky, despite fierce urban glow. One of them flashes red and moves. The other three taunt me, withholding names we humans only pretend are theirs.
I am naked when he phones. He doesn't ask, so I don't tell him.
(Shining Star; The Manhattans)