The Watch

I was watching 
Him watch her
His eyes
Seemed to delight
How she smelled
An autumn apple
Before the first bite
But not contrite
Her nose buried deep
In the pit 
Of the core
A seasonal seep
Of which summer bore
I watched him
Watch her
With lust in his eyes
In the same
Mind frame
Of my two green spies


2 thoughts on “The Watch

  1. Wow… I don’t like reading other people’s poetry because some how they always seem to have something missing… This is perfection… I enjoyed it from the start till the end… wow. .. am joyed at this… Thank you

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