Midnight in Prague

In foreign cities we ran cloaked with laughter,

holding hands as the sweat ran down our drunken thighs.

Skirts drenched facing arrest for the clever looks 

in our eyes. We shouted like holy crusaders 

flaunting our righteousness to the crowd of 

constellations in the sky. 

Until the dawn reintroduced us as strangers,

and we walked separate seeking shelter 

from the morning light.