Thief of Words

 

 

He stole her words

                in a late night

Love burned to sin

                the taste of slick skin

Bodies becoming one

                building passion

He said ‘I love you’

                never to return

He stole her words

                in a late night

Stood and dressed

                for a midnight walk

Moving to the next soul

                to steal another song

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:??AM Thu 04/10/08 NM blah, for him, Tired, here goes (Written, New Word)

Reviews

[Legion]

Maybe the next song might be a song of mourning. Good piece.

[Brette Medb]

Something that happens all too often to far too many people, both men and women. The ending cuts deep. I liked this a lot.

Brette