Watching

waiting

hiding in darkness

he sees her

soft silk skin

dark hair

long lashes

lace flows with her body

he covets

longing to touch

to breathe in her scent

she never knows he’s there

she’s not even aware of his presence

nor his existence

floating around her chamber

like an angel

laying on her bed

her skin

glowing

in the moonlight

a flickering candle

she scribes her day dreams

in a leather-bound diary

sadness in his eyes

he wants to reveal himself

he can’t

if he does

it ruins the fantasy

his fantasy

reality is far to scary

but the illusion

of complete perfection

it’s a dream

one best to hold on to

he’ll never touch

only dream

only want

only covet

her Stalker

is all he will ever be.