the first love
I stole
a sweetness
to the soul
tapping soles
with fingers
on the pulse
of anxious
tongues
vibrating
in verse
echoed halls
riffs in blue
emotions
resting in the rifts
of ancient beings
supplicating
in divine tongues
chanting monks
oscillating for miles
vamps of distant
dreams carried on trane’s
through the sands of pharaohs
drifting stars
in black oceans
dim lamps
wet lips
the cool air
and flair in style
a minx
with the fluidity
of whispers dancing
seductively
with a pretty jinx
the love I stole
went down smooth
was an empty rhetoric
of reckless love notes
that promised
almost everything
and nothing
a momentary
delectation
improvised
this freedom
floating in abstraction
falling in love
when I know
its gonna hurt
again…
the love I stole
was ever so sweet…
