The Voyeur

I’ve always wanted to meet you

Not in person

Yes, in person

More than anything in person

But I am a cowardly man

Craven

Gun shy

Whimpering and weak

Shameful and afraid

Timid

Reeking of jaundiced humiliation

So I watch you

At night

Lights out

Shades drawn

Through my binoculars

The new pair I bought just for you

My Love

And not just at night

I watch you all the time

Dawn to dusk

Weekdays and weekends

Every day of the year

Even leap year

I read your poems

Your shopping lists

Your love letters

Your diaries

Your favorite recipes

Your to do lists

Your notes-to-self

Your affirmations

Your phone bills

Your texts

Your emails, both work-related and personal

Your refrigerator knick-knacks

Your temperature settings

I listen to your phone calls

Your dinner conversations

Your songs in the shower

Your whispers

Your sighs

Your mantras

Your giggles

Your inner voices

I know what you feel

I know what you like

I know what you love

I know what you hate

I know what you watch on TV

Your favorite movies

Your latest binge series

Your cooking shows

Your soap operas

Your trash talk shows

Your goddamn obsession with The Today Show

I know what you do

Your job

Your workout routine

Your romantic encounters

Your shopping sprees

Your trips to the doctor, the dentist, the chiropractor

Your walks in the park, your half marathons, your yoga postures

Your favorite restaurants

Your girls night out

Your insufferable pleasantries at the community garden

I know everything about you

EVERYTHING

I do with it what I want

When I want

How I want

For whatever reason I want

Without your knowledge

Without your permission

Without your anything

In the comfort of my own home

My king's castle

In secret

And there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it