The essential Mosquito repellant <br />On summer oven nights <br />When the lenses can fog like smudged chalkboards <br />And shirt-tail erasers are raised <br /> <br />From this darkroom of dank oak, <br />oleander, and wet soil <br />I greet you, my love <br />With detached binocular intimacy. <br /> <br />Your routine bed preparations are haikus <br />of petals opening, freshly peeled tangerines, <br />and angels heralding, <br />heightened by you believing <br />you recite them to yourself alone. <br /> <br />Your candy skin kissed by lamplight <br />Your chestnut hair swaying like satin curtains <br />Brief moments of breast and pubic shadow are sacred <br />gifts. I utter prayers of deepest gratitude, <br />for these sights bring us together, like massive ropes <br />pulling the freighter to the dock. <br /> <br />And I am the longshoreman <br />downloading the sequence unfolding nearly always the same <br />Even checking your clock is a special measure in the sonata. <br />I know these rituals as well as you <br />And my love has entered your atmosphere unknown <br />and unseen like microbes dusting and dancing about you. <br />With neither arguments nor sour moods, I can <br />have you as I imagine you. <br />Sleep tight, my love, and <br />God bless this window for your deliverance unto me.<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-peeping-tom/
