Sense Sonnet - Acher

An Eye For

For eyeglasses, I have desire
To have my moment with each pair.
Trying them on sets me on fire.
Each time is such a fresh affair.
When that moment is gone for each,
Then that pair is hidden away,
Dropped down a pipe, beyond my reach,
But a memory, their display.
I must have a supply on hand,
And I require my privacy.
From stores I steal. I understand
Why the police arrested me.

The authorities ask me why.
"Why not?" is my only reply.