the gentleman thief

wanting what he wants
without payment
without punishment
he trusts, he takes, he feels the rush of fear
as he reaches to steal her

from time to time to time
he feeds the habit of his body,
the body, the soul, sold,
each of us, cheap, sheep
slave to pleasure
to plaster walls and marble tabletops
antiquity, ancestry
like producing like
wanting like
pausing like
a caesura of the heart

Cowardice is a failed emotion.

he masters her moments
sires her mind
controls her core, the
mournful aria escapes her
rises above them in the bed

this is what he can own
she is what he will possess
only she is he is they are we are one

Susan Scutti

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