The Spectator


Let me lick you resplendent body,

My glorious goddess.

No, you’re very much a earthly woman.

It’s no matter,

You radiate more beauty than this man can behold,

Without dreaming of being one with you

And marrying the rhythm of life.


Though  to you I mean nothing,

Only a spectator in a sea of foreign faces,

Worshiping your radiance and pouring out my heart,

Begging for your attention.

It  truly makes me grieve to take my leave,

Yet to stay and know that you’ll never know my name

Would tear me apart.



All Rights Reserved, Bill Bitetti July 1, 2014.