You stole my words
Like a slender kiss upon my skin.
A Fabrication of my memory
Of love.
I remember you,
But only the way you moved
Each finger down my neck,
Fishing for my heartbeat.
An echo
Canvassing the distance
A million miles
To-
the next breath.



I read your lips
Like sign language
Spun between my hips.
We run far enough
To find that
We are back-
Stealing words
Such a dance we have learned
Too many times.



I wait,
The distance strengthens
As our words drown into
One another.
No longer can you steal
Something that joined
Our soul.