Lookin’ at You
Gowned just in boudoir light and bathtub steam,
You do not see me where I lurk outside
Your window, do not guess the hot-eyed dream
That stalks you. You embrace me where I hide
In plain sight as your partner in the bed
That we have shared for years. Our love - secure,
As mundane as the mantra “I thee wed”-
Could not be hotter if it were impure,
Yet with each look or touch or word from you,
I am a groupie maddened by a star.
I want to lose control, I want to do
Forbidden things, I want to go too far.
My wholesome heart is loud with lawless needs;
You are occasion for crazed, reckless deeds.
If you have any comments on this poem, Chris O'Carroll
would be pleased to hear from you.