through your windowed threshold,
loomed with the thoughtless threads,
covering a barren land, full of forgotten intent.
I am forever a lone window lurker,
of self righteous peeping tom foolery out on a night's walk.
my heart the covet wanter, taking a gander,
dipping my eyes to your life lived better.
close up and stumbling, crushing the tulips planted
and pricked skin stung on thorned
rose bushes pushed apart.
whispering, a crashed tripping and crackled smattering.
with stung lips,
quiet lines cracked across a glass gate.
and the sweat of my hands, and misted breath are left there,
printed on your window pane.