The Watcher

Mysteries deepen in the attic boxes
but I cannot believe
It was years before I noticed the watcher
Aware of desires fired by She
I see their kindled flame, hidden
Invasion of open door, my head turns
to meet the stare
Mysteries cloud in blue eyes
Can it be as simple as that?
But I shall not lie down for you now
I have what is yours
and you have taken enough
of what is mine


© W.R.R. 11/6/1995

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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