Watch Tower

do not fear 

my watch tower

my warden 

my wanton 

reflection 

there is no magic

of yours 

that I do not 

recognize 

no whispered

spells that I have

not also chanted 

from the spray

of the shower

with its foam of 

soap, until the hour

of my disrobing 

in this light 

we are both

made of glass 

so I can see 

your generous

heart, though you

spend so much 

time disguising 

its warmth

by its glow

I would know

you anywhere