May I

May I
See… through you .
your posturing postulates … and pandering
shrinks my plain eyes to lay parallel on planes
beneath your six inch heels that stand
on my stains.

In your arms
my inadequacies
are cupped in cotton comforts
like cleavage
‘kotched’ between Scotch see thru.
That make up this take up
of taped up confidence.

may I
see thru you
your window sills
the world like fixtures
painting life still.
While my sight rest
Buttressed on stilts.

Without you
I bid time adieu
pandering in my faults
as I pry into my fears…
I see the world-
like affairs…
Trying- to
make out moving stills.
These eyes are strained
before the movie… stills

May I …
See thru your frames
Framed on caricatures of a mother’s pain.
May I…
trespass -
pass your thighs
So I can stop squinting
Like lips
quivering
Like eyes…
Closed
Like legs…
crossed
And lower
lips …
Clothed.

you are the lover I won’t admit to
but pride cowers
and callow
may I seem
because my needs
Can’t nosh in fallow fields.
Seeds sowed shallow
into my field of vision
lacking the luster –of 20/20 precision.
The care in your hands
that caress this world in high definition.

Even though
You are the lover I won’t admit to,
Admittedly
you are the only one
My inadequacies
will submit to.
So again I ask
Panting-
Pleading Please…
May I- see…
thru you?
-Stephan Morrison