A Crack in the Door

There's a crack in the door
And a brief flicker of movement.
My footstep is steady
As I ease toward the entryway.

I reach out my hand,
Ready to turn the handle,
But with a sudden flash
It is being smacked away.

Moments later something appears,
An eye of a crystalline blue.
Then, a voice utters,
"Do not gaze through here."

The body turns and walks away,
Leaving the door ajar.
But my curiosity is not sated
And I creep closer once more.

The angle is odd
And it alters my view
But at least
I have been allowed to see more.

I can see a male form before me,
Almost feminine in appearance
And I frown at my vision.

All I can see is his back
But what I see is scarred.
It is mutilated.
He has been harmed beyond repair.

I push the door open a bit more,
Trying to view more of the flaws.
What can be fixed?
What must be protected?

I should probably tend me first,
Care for my own wounds,
But I feel the need to lessen his.
I just need a better view.

The door is slammed in my face.
I remain startled and stumbling.
Then, I hear his voice.
"I don't care if I love you.
No one sees me naked."