To My Lying, Stealing, Hurtful Temptress

by abclarke

Steal from me
A passing glance,
An idle fantasy,
A kiss inside a covered doorway as heavens shower outside.
Rob my loneliness like a midnight bandit.

Lead me astray
From myself
With dances of us,
Symphonies of we,
Conducted with your smile.

Lie to me.
Tell me that out of billions of stars, and billions of planets,
Of billions of places and billions of people,
Of multitude of multitudes,
You and I are destiny.

Hurt me.
Crush my hand when I’m sick.
Smother my fear when I’m lost.
Capture my joy as we age.
So if you die before me, I cry a thousand years.