Behind the glass

Behind the glass stained with my breath
I spy as she accepts his careful caress
As he leans into her warmth, a gentle kiss,
Their bodies intertwined in bliss.
Of love and passion,
I am their witness, in a fashion.
Perverted audience, a creep
As for their happiness I weep.
Behind a hair-thin transparent border
I feel no warmth, inside me - order,
But on the other side is chaos
So unattainable, unfair for us.
For me, for you as we trade glances
Filled with static forms and stances.
Pretense of love and stale legacy
This cold side of a glass I see
While sweet sweat comes in swells
Of heat from what has been and all is well
When I press my head against the coldness of the glass
Imagining, again, the past, the love, and us...