The theft

the lane was lined
with empty houses
draped in time

the night lightly
blanketed the air
as we passed by there

the lane ended at
the ledge of a broken bridge
where I dared to tarry

but you pulled me back
under the shadows
of the towering time-
wrapped homes
lining the lane

your eyes told me
I had nothing to
worry about anymore

your touch asked me
if I wanted to stay
as my bowing head
replied to your chest, "Yes!"

we ended up at some
corner store where you
knew the owner and
told her you would
pay for what I had stolen

your embrace reminded
me I didn't have anything
to worry about this night
as your lips said,
"Besides, stealing isn't nice"