being a voyeur

i feel nervous

like in the movies i pretend to read a magazine.

when it looks like they have seen me

i frantically

flick page to page.

it becomes exciting and ecstatic 

my awareness of others around me is sharpened

questioning my perverted actions

after a few snaps i move on

the ecstasy crescendos in to my racing heart

as i leave my voyeur role i hide

my camera behind

my back

i exit just to see

my voyee

walk around the corner

the feelings are mad

i am /was\ not a sick pervert

i am getting excited

by these voyeuristic situations