The Watcher

I knew I shouldn’t watch –

That she wouldn’t want me to

I poured myself a glass of scotch

I felt brand new

The way the water slipped around her bare skin

Rooted me in place

I wiped the blood off my chin

I’m surprised that I had a straight face

The moon glowed down on us both

Alighting her in beauty, and me in sin

I observed her, I observed my growth

I couldn’t hide my wicked grin

I never knew what beauty was – until I saw her sink into the cold lake