Watching

they call this place

the watch tower—

the creeper’s cove, the

voyeur’s venue

i sit and watch her

bathe in the orange

sunlight as it glimmers off of her skin

but don’t you dare define

me as a creeper,

i am simply a poet surveying

she’s painting pictures with

her eyes, watching the world

watch her;

her eyes are dancing

in the daylight—

she must be used to the attention