Innocent Voyeur

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The old man
glances through his window.
Through slats awry
in seduction's haste,
candlelight strobes
on sweat-glistened bodies.
He watches, transfixed.
Images through the blinds,
eyes too frozen to obey
(turn your head, go to bed!)
Two bodies loving unaware
of images through the blinds.
He watches, aroused,
passion rising
in two rooms now.
A goddess bent over a sofa
Adonis behind
in the flickering light.
A conqueror, a conquest.
Memories of his own lust
rekindle and burn
in his elderly mind,
and he smiles.
Bittersweet images
through the blinds,
and he smiles.

Catherine Heck (CJ) - LBUA59A@Prodigy.com