Voyeur

Who will come to the motel window for you?

In a dusty motel room
Perfumed by cigarette smoke
She sees an unfamiliar face pressed up against her window
She pulls up her shirt

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This poem lives up to its title and doesn't hold back. It can be construed as dark but I feel it is reality. The poem speaks to our primal nature and the baser aspects of ourselves that many seek to hide or disown. The parts that make us truly human. Excellent poem.