nude neighbor

I am the nude neighbor
watching you from the window
don’t you dare stare back perv

incognito comando
in my birthday suit on business,
an attractive alias
meant to lure or warn

the real girl next door
is nothing than a blur
in your window’s tint,
a shadow smudged
across the back of your eyes

you think you know me
after stealing my skin
from a distant glance,
but I am the one
undressing your mind.

I am an open book

spread from my sternum

flowering open 

my breasts staring back at you

what good is an open book

when you are illiterate 

in the language of love?

men do love picture books. 

and the conquest of eye contact 

until they realize 

that I have been staring first 

all along.