HENRY LOOKS.

HENRY SPIES A LOEVLY SENORITA.

Henry looks from his
Window at the senorita

Below, sitting between
Two pots of flowers, her

Hands resting on her knees,
Her red and black dress

Enclosing her like a bound
Bouquet of finest lilies. He

Stands back in case she lifts
Her head and spots him gazing;

But the temptation of seeing
Such beauty while it’s there

Makes him move quickly to
The window’s edge and peer

Once more and drink on the
Beauty with his greedy eyes.

He knows she lives across
The way, he's seen her before

Standing by her door or at
Her window standing, the

Day before. Some nights he
Spies her from his darkened

Room, walking across her floor
With nothing on, her nakedness

An extra draw, his mind making
Her likeness for memory’s safe

To put away for some other time
Or place. Now she sits between

The flowers, her beauty holding
Him, taking away his breath,

Disturbing his mental thoughts,
Stirring his deep desires. What

God placed such beauty, such
Loveliness before his eyes, he

Muses, taking in her dark and
Silky hair, her lowered stare,

Wanting just to put a kiss upon
Her soft cheek and leave it there.