What is it you see?

The shower streaks,

And the naked me.

Wandering eyes,

Searching from his body to mine,

While others secretly plotting your demise.

What is this you search for?

Upon our naked bodies,

You wish that one will open your door.

Then look upon mine if you will,

Screams resonating through the room,

Your painful cry sharp and shrill.

This society will not accept you.

Your prying eyes,

And all that you do.

So why don’t you be like me,

Secret, fantasizing, waiting,

For the day when they will finally see.

----Elliot Somers