Thief of the Night

I look to you
with longing
a need so intense
it can only just be satisfied.

Clouds scurry across
your beguiling, dazzling gaze
as if saying no,
you can’t have him,
he’s ours.

They hasten in pace
rolling quicker and quicker
yet somehow you’re still there
luminous
impenetrable.

As if saying
Look
look at me

want me,
need me,
adore me,
love me.

You are the man
I have never found,
mysterious, elusive
suave, charming,
uncommittable, gorgeous. . .

a thief of the night
stealing the show
stealing the light
stealing my heart.

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Happy National Poetry Day!

The air
rich, raw
ripe

leaves my cheeks
red, rosy
plump.

Like the apples
adorning every tree,
nothing says autumn more
than an orchard of Bramleys

hanging there, seductively,
crying out to be picked
waiting to fall
into a cupped hand
or open mouth. . .

The amount of times I scrumped
during my childhood,
no wonder my hands are so deft
at picking for a living now.

The smell wafts, lingering
teasing the senses
tastebuds going crazy,
one bite
just one. . .

I lose all sense of control
crunching crisp skin, then
juicy, succulent flesh,

Nature has never tasted
so good,
life has never been
so sweet.