Me, the Thief

I raise an eyebrow of

inquisitiveness

then two of surprise

warmth,

of an unrevealing nature,

envelops me

as my slow steps

closer

cease

my trembling fingers

reach out to trace

a soft, pale, white beauty

that shimmers and fades

I was too close to reality

I realize

but I continue with my intent

trembling hands and all

the beauty returns

becoming

solid,

tangible

as my hesitant fingers

pull your face

and lips

to mine

no kiss is as sweet

as that which is

stolen