voyeur.

if your lights
are on
when dusk falls (like a familiar blanket)

i

will look
inside.

i
will strain
to find
the life
inside
those
walls

my eyes might fall
on an o'keeffe
hung above
something older than
me

or they might
catch
a glimpse
of shadowed
laughter

and

plates full of
edible comfort -
hardly touched
by fork
and knife.

then
i,

i will stop
and stand

still

shivering

lit by the moon
and streetlight
and
i
will inhale
the sweetness
of
mystery

the beauty
of life
when
no one
seems
to be
watching.