From one watcher to another -
Isn’t it fun to discover
That you ain’t the only one
Hidden in the
Blackness
And spying on the
Madness?
But what do you
Do
When somebody wants to
Watch
YOU
Touch
YOU
Hear
YOU
Maybe even taste
YOU?
Do you give it up
Or pull it in?
Venture forth
Or withdrawn within
To your own universe
Of thought?
And for that matter,
What is “it”,
And does that volatile package
Include your heart?

Written 4/6/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.