We are thieves...

We are thieves Like naughty children in the corner store I will pilfer
an hour, maybe two – let it fall into my pocket unseen.
At home the stolen time tumbles out of my pocket
along with your naked form.
Pale arms and legs
stomach, bum and breasts rolling on the sheets
and your face turned up to me for a stolen kiss


This burgled treasure
secret and shared in a dark room
of early morning quiet
and here on this bed of love lust and longing
we steal from each other and give to each other
until fully consumed, split open like a pomegranate, red juices running down our chins
all our secrets and souls exposed
until there is nothing left to steal


We will lay here
content and holding onto each other
hoping to hold onto what remains of ourselves
until the first sliver of light on the ceiling
the first shard of the day
here to steal itself back and to push us out


The remaining day my stolen hour my secret