Voyeur

I watched you this morning. When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petals, I watched you. Your Cobalt beauty beseeching my gaze transcending mere mortal allure, playful and mischievous the Goblin dancing in your eyes, as your burning gaze pierced the darkness within me, I watched you this morning. Then turning away, as if I weren’t there, you teased me with your tantalizing flirtatiousness, pretending that we shared but a passing moment, a furtive glance, an instance’s breath of longing, your laughter sighing through the soft petals of your ardent lips. I watched, your slow feline body, lithe and graceful, belying the fragility of your nature. Your deliberate movements agilely swaying, then you glanced back at me with impassioned pout, as your love lies bleeding in your mournful sorrow. Through billowing trusses of Amaranth blooms in the breath of breeze that gently whispers through the curlicue locks of your glistening auburn hair, you comb your long slender fingers, passing slowly down your neck, straightening each beautiful tangle. I watched you and my desire to hold you overwhelmed me but you ignored me, making me want you, yet, more deeply. I watched you speaking to everyone but me. How I wished to be each one of them and bring this sad loneliness to an end. I watched you until at last with a single final look, intentional and lingering, you brushed slowly past me, smiling sweetly, as you gazed beneath silken lashes, like those of Aphrodite, long and mesmerizing, deep into my longing eyes through the bottomless pellucid pool of cerulean from which you enchanted me. “Smile,” you whispered, and my lips turned for the shortest of instance, my grin mirroring the beauty of you. Tenderly you touched my arm then walked away, and I watched. 11/20/2017