Peeping Tom

Tonight I saw you creeping down the steps
into the midnight pool to skinny dip.
White moonlight poured its milk over your breasts
as you slipped nude and silent from your slip.
I saw you break the surface cautiously.
You gasped and then you laughed with sweet surprise
then, drawing your long hair up thoughtfully,
you grasped the rail, descended, closed your eyes.
Of course I knew that I should look away.
You showed yourself to moonlight, not to me.
I forced my wide eyes closed with some dismay.
Heart exploding, I stepped back guiltily
but then you laughed, ‘don’t you like what you see?’
That’s when I knew that you’d been watching me.