In the Building Across the Way

In the Building Across the Way

I know that you can see me here in the building across the way.

It's as if you're taunting me to see what I might say.

Every morning's break of dawn while others wake while still they yawn, in your window you display the reason for my dawning day.

Your cosplay sense of dress and much have captured my attention such that sitting in my window now I so await that next somehow you'll spark that sense of deep desire with costumes gilt with human fire.

And then to peak the mountain top, a toy you'll bring to act as prop to still the valley deep below, while baring all to let me know that Venus is my morning star, taking to the farthest far those energies defining luck's most outer rim on clouds deluxe above those streets with busy trucks.

I for one am glad to see your cosplay seeds of growing needs, to sense that lifting moan's display, to wake and find you every day in that building 'crossed the way.