Tuesday, November 18

Something Stolen

Something stolen, wanted stealing,
Fired in a furnaced feeling
Compliments to detriments and
Things distasteful now appealing

Movement hesitant at first
Temeritous and brave it bursts
And fears of tears and other years
Challenged now to do their worst

Confessions flash prevarications
Take on all sweet complications
Breathe, pause, pulse and back again
To play out all the variations

They thought this, and he thought they
Such forests where we lose our way
Now love, now lost, now shadow play
And strangers do our hearts convey

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