Come to My Window

Caught a glimpse
and knew
before he was in full view
that it was him

In my shock I wondered
if he was surprised when they turned down
the street where I lived

If he remembers, that is,
hadn't seen him in awhile

Watched them slip through her door

When my feet remembered how to move
unlocked mine and went inside
tried to ignore her light turn on
but was irresistibly drawn to the window

Knew her curtains would be open
she's been putting on shows
since moving in
but now I was watching him
remembering
each of my nerve endings
reliving memories of his hands

I could feel them
sliding along her skin
smacking her swaying breasts
the familiar nipple pinches
that sting when he slapped her ass
their grip on her neck

Maybe I only imagined her cries mixed with mine
and his eyes on my window