Well, once openned I guess.... another one of very recent vintage for my particular muse. Which is in it self a bit of poetry. This is a part of a much longer poem, the part I'm willing to share.

If I watched.

If I watched you as a lover

it would be from a distance

as you passed through your day.

The measured pace would soften the edges

That time has hardened in it's way

The small things done on rising,

or as you bathe, or dress,

would be mine to cherish.

If I watched you as a lover

As you passed through your day.

Don