Your Love

I saw you while you watched your love
But a moment it was, a glance I seized
like a common thief, snapping a
photo without permission.
As soon as I did, guilt left me stricken.
You’re an opportunist, I thought,
Always sniffing out the raw, the real,
Feathers to your fingertips.

I saw you while you watched your love
Your body sighed, no longer taut,
Face relaxed, eyes melted,
Your mouth became moist.
Naked you both were, she in her
oblivion to being seen and watched
You in your light after spotting her.

I saw you while you watched your love,
and wished it was me you marvelled upon.

Terry Gibson, 2012.