Window-lickers
Looking for fun
Looking in from the outside
Noses pressed, and steaming, to glass
Hands cupping either side of straining eyes like racehorse blinkers
Attempting to shield from the sun’s glare
They will not be distracted
Candy sweet temptations
Salivating strangers gather to taste
What they perceive as forbidden fruit
What is denied becomes so highly prized , It’s irresistible
Theirs is such conspicuous privilege
Always having to up the stakes to be satiated
But never, ever satisfied