By Madison
Date: 26 November 1999

klepto

That man is a 
kleptomaniac 
for my love
undressing my soul with 
the still of his eyes;
We lie like mannequins.
Enticed, I want to drink 
in the pauses and 
lap at the darkness
my little kleptomaniac
stealing past labradors
fast on his scent
and disarming my alarms.
We both know
he'll never be
caught.




M Madison
26 nov 99
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