Lassoed

The thief in the night that everyone speaks of
is here
right beside me
in my bed,
powerless and hand tied.
I steal from him,
his love
his passion
his swiftly vibrato.
I engulf his existence in the daylight,
taking him from the darkness
where he preys the most.
And I take and take
making sure I leave my mark,
in honor of the things he may have confiscated
from sad girls in their 20’s.

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