I sometimes wonder
what you’re thinking when
I notice you watching me—
Naked; as I leave this bed…
As you pull me in, and tell me to rest…
As I pour a cup of tea
before we retreat for the evening…
As you gaze upon me
in a moment suspended, before
our lips meet…
As you tease your way inside of me—
slowly and deep; serenely and sweet…
You said, “Your eyes are beautiful,”
and I didn’t even know you were looking…
So, what do you see…?