Come voyeur my poems Feel free, I feel free.

The speaker invites an audience—explicitly framed as “voyeur”—to look closely at her poems, treating reading as an intimate act of watching. Rather than resisting that gaze, she welcomes it and claims agency: the repeated “free” suggests that openness and self-exposure are chosen, not coerced. The line can be read as a challenge to shame around desire, confession, or artistic vulnerability: if the reader is permitted to look, the poet is likewise liberated by the act of offering the work. The tension between voyeurism (often secretive, objectifying) and consent (an invitation) becomes the poem’s pivot, recasting scrutiny as mutual freedom.