The man was remembering
what had been said, which was...?
I watched his fists tense up,
almost like a physical attempt to
conjure up some words.
I could tell he’d found them,
when his lips moved to their shapes.
“The sadder you drink,
the sweeter it gets.”
I had the urge to sing;
the words were so melodic.
The man was slumbering.
He was unclothed, un-blanketed,
I just had to look at his core.
How many chances did one
have the moment to look at another
without their mask in place?
Well when my peeking was through,
I thought I might leave,
having discovered all that I could.
I wouldn’t mind going back;
the truth was not ugly.
The man was fumbling,
from his drunk-ness he fell awake.
His eyes flickering open
in the dust of the land,
and he cursed my name
so all would know I’d done wrong.
Except my mind still felt
completely innocent and unspoiled,
and my own thoughts could not
comprehend what I’d done bad,
for I’d only seen His creation.
