Monday, 28 January 2013

A Moment with a Thief

He stole my wallet,
his hand firmer, colder, harder
than my own.

But I speak the language of eyes:
his were strong and clear
so I let him take it
without thought, without fear.

I know he'll use it; for murder,
for good. For goodness sake,
just be as you should.

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