I am made a peeping tom
a voyuer
shunned by moon and stars

the darkness enshrouds my form
a cloak
to hide my tears and scars

your image danced I fained away
afraid
the shadows mask my fear

the curtains drawn the night light dimmed
dowsing me
as I stand alone knowing you're near

I turn to leave and kiss the breeze
with hope
that your open window will receive

for as Romeo I am undone
no Juliet
to share this love and so I leave

I am made a peeping tom
a voyuer
a lover lost to late night needs

so if er' you need a friend
a lover
know soft a heart for you here bleeds

I go out for coffee
to see the display.
A dozen glass cases
Faces polished,
gleaming wares-
People eating their gaze
to divide the public air.

You must be polite when sharing space.
Beware of sliding eyes
too slow, too fast, sideways.

I come to these places
to be seen
to find coy reservation

But mostly I come
to steep ***
And brew tension
This my coffeeshop menagerie
Where I wish to be the voyuer
And you the view.

Perhaps it is the caffeine
but I feel a quickening,  
a fogging of thought
sensing you there.

So I'll test my tea
boost immunity,
Break glaze my glass shield,
burn and remember
I can't disappear.

Yours-
an earnest stare
refracting
my glass-eyed fear.

I gaze into your windows
hoping to catch
a glimpse of you
naked
open,
yet all I see
is my own reflection
staring back
at me.

Let me in I beg
don't close me out
when all I want is to love you

the real you

the you behind the pained glassy stare
afraid to let me see
you naked
laid bare
open to my touch

I gaze once more into your windows
as the blinds come down
condensation runs
over the soft flaking paint
and I sigh

I could dry those eyes
if they would but see me
as I am
a voyuer at her window
looking in
whilst looking out
for just a chance to tell her

how I feel.