In the old bar
in Melchtal
we played the jukebox
Gates of Eden
over and over
One night
men sang to us
and I slipped 
a souvenir ashtray
under my jacket
We drank underaged Schnapps
and you took a sugar cube
soaked it / pushed it into my
mouth / placed your finger on my
lips / as if I was going to speak
and shouldn't