He Watched Me

by James Purdy

When at last I saw him  
  I could not say
     Turn away your gaze.
       He watched me
         and I could not turn away:
           held as if blinded by the sight.
             I could not say
               Turn away your gaze.
                 He watched me
                   as he doffed his clothes
                      from across a city street away
                        he watched me
                          with his eyes ablaze
                             each garment rapidly disposed
                               his eyes then sought only me
                                  our rooms so separately far
                                    were suddenly close
                                       Then he had nothing on at all
                                         not one stitch
                                           except his eyes so full of zeal
                                             clothed him you might say
                                                with heavenly light
                                                  Naked
                                                    as he watched me
                                                      he seemed to say
                                                        I am prepared for you
                                                          but you are far away
 
                                                            He watched me
                                                              there is no more to say  

Tags:
LGBT
Voyeurism
BOMB 9
Spring 1984
The cover of BOMB 9
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