Tourists

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