I look into a window
into another life
looking for my own
for something ...
A simple room, just a bed
and someone lying there
glistening in slumber
dreaming of the future
or something.
There is another, must be his lover
to turn it off or change the channel,
for this must be his song.
And they glisten together,
shadows circle
they are oblivious.
My lips curl lit
by the phosphor's glow.
Lascivious, I'll watch
the most natural thing -
hoping and imagining.
"What will they do for me?"
Perhaps that is
the very mystery of nature ...
... but then again
these are only words you read
about a life, black on white
lit by the phosphor's glow
from the room.
Maybe from your own.
speechless