Thief

Come to me
in the silence of the night
haunting the spaces of the dwelling
like a lingering perfume from flowers long gone
or the first light of the full moon casting.
Come to me in the quite of the night
like soft crunching of leaves in autumn
or the heavy fall of rain in spring
rustling up emotions violently
or the whisper of the wind that speaks in voices unbeknownst.
Come once all are asleep
treading as light as a thief
with your perfume enticing
trick the mind with charms
uttering words that weave a tale seducing
and have me write
your word per word
as if without them I’m dying.
Come like a thief
come duly
make a habit of stealing
my hours away from me.
…your word per word
as if without them I’m dying…

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