I was peeking over the bushes
to get a glimpse of you
From afar my vision watered and blurred
Under the guise of darkness
I moved in
my footsteps lighter than air
so close my breathe on your window
my eyes first laid upon
Clean the glass with the sweat of my fingertips
and as my reward what do I see
The playful snarl of you and your lover
Staring back at me
©2006 Dew
Melodramatic Jan. 2007