"Voyeur" | Diana Lee | Bukky Fehintola | Photograph Prose

She watches
from the safety
of a sheltered distance
drinks in the silhouette of him
against the pale powdered sea
as his body
leans and rides the bluster
of salted air
and feels her own
begin to sway with his

She wishes
for his face to turn
to turn and see her there
and just as quickly prays
that it does not

She wonders
if,after all these years,
his scent is still the same
sandalwood and smoke
and if his eyes
still reflect the greens
of summer meadows

She steps
closer, hears her whispered name
lifted from his lips
carried on the zephyrs
that bring the sound
of footsteps
to his ear

He turns
to find her
watching