Love is a thief

CupidBow

Casual words exchanged

mingled with general banter,

each a baited hook.

.

Fleeting glances risked

in the constant movement,

each a loving look.

.

Rubbing shoulders lightly

in passing closely,

risking something more.

.

My skin aches to touch you

awareness excited

in every pore.

.

Despairing of the situation

I ask how love can thrive

with these complications.

.

Venus came to me to ease my torment.

“My son is a thief” she said,

“He lives on stolen moments.”

.

Copyright D. Clancy (1987)

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