Invisible

I think I need to be invisible

So I can watch you all day.

See what you’re like

When you don’t know I’m there.

See your hips slide past

The waistband of my pyjamas.

See your smile at first light,

Hear your joy at the first sound of music.

The brown of your skin

Brushing against sheets,

The smell of dreams

Still on your breath.

It was always you I loved

Just you alone,

Why can’t I be invisible

To see what I love?

– Vagabond Prophet