Voyeurism

I saw the lights on the third floor
Fourth window from the right
As I came in from the night
The way their bodies moved
Or rather the way the shadows
Played across the blinds

Dancing, swirling, moving together
Each one undressing the other
Piece by shadowy piece
Until silhouettes of bare flesh
Pressed into one indistinguishable figure
Her head leaned backwards
Hair tumbling down her back

I moved into the darkness
Not wanting to be seen
As I watched what I should not
Transfixed by the way she moved
Enjoying their union in the light
Longing in my shadowy solitude