by Craig Kirchner
Sparrows gathered on the veranda,
we eavesdropped on nearby lovers,
hand fed one another tapas,
swigged lewd licks on Czech beer.
Under the table you hiked your skirt,
opened your thighs around my knee,
animated codes with delicate hands,
laughed about our first time.
Surrounded by leg, birds,
and curious voyeurs
wanting to share your smile,
hungry to stay young, touched,
needing a subtle strangeness
with an afternoon break.
[previosly appeared in 'Subterranean Quarterly']