Poem: "Peephole"

"Peephole"

I've been watching you
for months now
trapped in this lonely
uninviting space

I see you walk
down the street
you stop for coffee
at Starbucks

every Tuesday at 8:15 a.m.
you go to the gym
with your Walkman in hand
your favorite color is midnight blue

and your smile reminds me
of Gala apples
and your scent is a cross
between jasmine and vanilla

you brought home sometime
the third Sunday three months ago
he fucked you up against the wall
raised your skirt and you gasped
no panties, the bastard squealed

I watched from the peephole
of my door
you knocked sometime later

but the lights were out
and I was getting to know
myself better

what would it be like
to hear you breathe
to feel your head resting
softly against my naked chest

you don't have to worry
your dirty little secret
is safe with me.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo