My Dark Poems

Stalked

The blinds

Remain slightly

Apart

Widening

Eyes

As a figure

Stands

In the line

Of sight

Tender skin

Seen

In the light

Light pink

Matching sheets

While the man

In his car

Adjust his binoculars

So he can better see

The bushes

Don't cover

The window

That creeks

The screen

Is too thin

He can hear

Every peep

Never alone

But always feeling

Lonely

The woman doesn't know

Her secret admirer

Was in her home

Obsession

Obsessive

Obtain

That Possesion

Curtains never closing

Him never imposing

Just watching

And waiting

For her to begin posing