Once Surrounded

there is movement
between admirers
often noticed,
or ignored
by polite public

there is a fluid stance
below table
not unlike tasting
as public dance,
shared forks, finger dabbing
eye closing creams

always
noted by voyeurs,
vacationing lawyers and fans
of romantic stabbing
sport

dreaming in place,
a relative to running
treading nowhere
knowing nothing
but anticipation
in the space
before patron eyes
in that night,

staccato moments