In a secluded corridor

that leads to the library,

there is a mere trickle

of light from a window.

In the shadowy darkness.

I stroll past a silhouette

of a young couple locked

together in a lusty canoodle.

She straddles his lap facing

him eyeball to eyeball.

I avert my glance, hustle

into the library door,

overcome with nostalgic

sadness, remembering

how hard it was to find

privacy for lovemaking

in my youth.