spyglass

through a spyglass

on loan from my mother
from a perch upon
some foreign hill
past your window
and beyond your curtains
like a schoolboy
I watched you undress

It might have seemed
some sort of evil
some deviation
not small on my part
but to hold you long
and hard in my sights
from this distance
to watch you dance for me

and when I return
absence fills my room
my heart beats on
vacant wings away
to where I imagine us
knowing where you've been
what you've done, and still
wanting this night

-dp-
4-16-15