Voyeur

I heard doves on your balcony
And caught a glimpse of skin
From the café across the street
The angle of the sun on you
Rushing to meet my eyes

The aroma of fresh bread
Aroused my senses
Like rose
And morning tea
On the last day of Spring

Sipping from my cup
I imagined you had disappeared to a warm bath
Wet skin silky smooth…
And almost closed my eyes

Glancing at my wristwatch, I smiled
Knowing your bed was still unmade
And with the window wide open

Your white curtains
Dreamed carelessly
Flirting with the air
I breathed