First Date | Rachel Weber

in the middle of the bistro

you took off my shoe

and rubbed the arch of my foot

i wore the backless dress

to shed my skin more easily

small globes spinning

no curtain to shield

nor shame to have

this introduction

plates on a marble floor

spoons against the glass

or heart

halfway in your lap

sipping at your lips

they never asked us to leave

though you fuck like you eat

our meals were untouched

as we slipped words and dreams

 between our mouths

and licked the corners

of each others thoughts