Stalker Explained
What I MEANT:
He stands at her window,
eager to look in. Though
he feels like a creep
peeking through the shutters.
Heatedly, he mutters
to her in her sleep.
Inspired by the rant he's
reaching for the panties
he made sure to keep.
What I WROTE:
Peering at her as she sleeps,
nearing tiers of the devout,
smearing pleas on the glass as he peeps,
impotent, from the grass. He's about
to unfold the silk memoir he keeps,
and lovingly smooth it out.
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
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