the thief

streaks in the mirror
in the dead of night
fleeting and frightening
thieves of our thoughts

long legs fine fine ass
bringing light to the dark
flowing..fluid
the thief of my heart

in balboa amongst the bushes
a scene that smelled delicious
friendly and fine
our thieves all left behind

sea breeze in my face
sails tacking to the wind
little did i know
the thief was my best friend

no matter the position
whether it be heads or tails
if you wake up in the morning
so will the thief

duncan