The Voyeur Poem 3.

Flowers For My Monster

Slay me, you did.
Torn up, in shards of          Unrequited love.
A glimpse into piercing        Titanium eyes, that spun in my Heady mid-morning.

My lavish body,
Rose up at your request;
To memorize your longing, as my own.

Will you not please me?
With your sharp mouth
That tears its own chords.

Inspire me, with my peaks of    Pink, smashed down into your         Words of singularity.

I’m still down, before you,
On my knees in my plead.
Beguiled, by your need.
Transfixed, as you vanish.

Poem and Photo: Naomi Saharski W.