Precious is forbidden bounty
not ours to keep but briefly savored.
Moments stolen.

Only borrowed like the
dreams upon my sleep.
He disappeared like a mist
that never was.
But he was. He was.
He was not mine.

Vaulted deep within the mind
the memory
of a frigid heart entombed.

Then came dark eyes
seering, warming, thawing.

A velvet voice caressing.
An icy heart, beating faster, faster.
A red hot, magma river rising, surging.

Stolen moments
notes of rythmic ecstacy,
embers burning deep within.
Two hearts beating, throbbing,

Moments stolen.
Profound, mystic,
captured in the memory