The Thief Poem by Oliver Roberts

I have worn you on me like sunshine,
I have kissed you until my mouth was yours,
I have smelt your skin in the morning,
and known everything about the way you sleep.

I have watched the way your nudity changed,
how it shouted and spoke and sighed and was shy.
I have met you at midnight just to enjoy our parting,
to hear you lingering against my chest in the sunrise.
I have watched you from a distance because I could,
and I have seen your eyes drawing pictures in the dark,
masterpieces of our souls cracking open in the wet.

I have looked at your face beneath the sound of the sea,
and listened, wondering about the waves, as you told me.
I have reached the deafening heights of your face,
and fallen from it in the passing seconds.
I have tasted your tears mixed with stars,
I have felt the new force of your breath when you said those words,
and I have seen me lying there as you walked away.
I have felt the moment when I lived and died,
and remembered why a poem suddenly ends.
In its disguised demise, it took you with it.