Picture Window

Candles flicker
on the table top
her face hidden in shadow
suddenly bright

laughter tinkles
like windchimes
in a breeze
while he watches

standing outside
by the oak tree
so quietly
waiting
barely breathing
and at last, prayers
said, the meal
finished, and she
sneaks out to him.

Her face is hot
against his skin
she squeals
with the chill
while he holds
her close

her parents look out
when they hear the sound
and learn her secret
as she kisses him
underneath
the street light.