Thief
I can recall
the hours and days
you stole time from me
You said forget the past
with kisses that erased my memory
you becoming my future
In the park
where the ground
was dressed in fallen hues
Fashioning a blanket
out of the calico leaves
to give their death purpose
Then in September
in time for the harvest
we became thieves
You stole my heart
much like bees
steal honey from flowers
Just before a lover
plucks them from the ground...
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