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…