I sit
in secret
silent
(as you can see).

I am, as always,
afraid to make my needs manifest.
Better to sit in the dark.

I want to know her wit
and her wonder
but does that debase my interest
in her as a human?

I don’t think so!
It increases it.
But what if she thinks I only want one thing
that I am a creeper
an aggressor?

What if she feels intimidated
by my sheer masculine presence
and all the hair
and sweat
and testosteroni flaking off of me?

I’m not sure I could chance that,
however much the prize
would be worth.

Better to sit in the dark
cursing, fumbling
wondering where the light switch is
blinded by the blight.