in balmy
iconic
prague
I offered
my bosom
to a wandering arab student
who spoke
much
of
Lebanon
and
his father’s
orchards
it was
near
a castle
near
a river
near
the sun
and
warm
&
where he
bent
and kissed
me
on the swelling
brown
smelled for
a short
lingering
time
of
apples.