The pool

He is the thief stealing through my night:
the hand curled on the pillow
the rising hips,
the blond crown, soft and ticklish
the knee bent so
the hanging breast
the half said mouth
the warm smell of sleep
are his prize.

The thief lowers himself into the sleeping pool
His cooler unslept limbs
His pressing thigh
His wrapping arm
His tickled nose
His sudden soft whispers
His soft pressing lips
His surfing hand
His hardness
Stir me with an infant mew.

The thief savours my stolen dreams
Be a distracted cat -
Leave this mouse alone.
His prodding stirs a thought
And drip by drop
His hand melts the ice
He feels his fingers wet
Objection loses ground
Betrayed by hunger
I am undone

The thief takes kisses from my turning lips
Kisses of concession
Of his want
And my compliance
Liquid I am pierced
His stabbing flesh in mine
We are Shylocks hands
Feasting in the wealth of our bodies
Gloating in the richness of our blood
I am his accomplice

The thief confesses love
I yield my treasure to him:
All that I am is given
The bird-like fluttering inside
The tension before the leap
I demand my share
He comes, he gives
And kisses the puzzling tears.
You've stolen love but not my heart
And do not know your crime