Friday, 9 August 2013

I, thief

‘Not in public, I’ve told you!’
And so
I turn into thief
steal kisses
away from curious eyes
lip-ink that disappears
on cheek-paper
love-giving that’s for giver
in the perfect robbery
where victim loses nothing
in the soft oblivion
of the nothing given
and taken. 

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6 comments:

  1. Indu9 August 2013 at 07:50

    Sweet, lovely thief

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  2. Anonymous9 August 2013 at 16:59

    Hope this kind of a thief will meet another same kind of a thief...

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  3. Anonymous9 August 2013 at 18:11

    What a hot poem! Oops, stealing kisses away from the public eye!

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  4. Malinda Words9 August 2013 at 22:30

    It is an ancient poem. of daughters out-growing cuddle-need and kiss-need. and fathers looking for consolation prizes.

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  5. Anonymous10 August 2013 at 13:32

    I suppose it's the plight of all fathers. But the comfort of a father's cuddle cannot be compensated through other means, we realize it in mid-life...

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  6. Anonymous30 June 2014 at 22:01

    Beautiful poem..........."Edges' stands next to my computer when I write poetry and it's a beautiful collection.........Congratulations !

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