Thief... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Stop thief!

I cried after you,

Until in the face I was blue

The moment brief,

I had glanced

Upon your façade

So beautiful he made you; God,

Took my breath away

And on my knees I lay

As images of you danced

Around my head

And I bled

But from where?

You had not touched but a hair

Stop, come back!

I uttered once more

Each minute past

The more energy I lack

I'm feeling cold to my core

You were ever so fast,

Yet there in a red pool

I realized faintly aware

You had stolen my heart

The whole of my soul

Oh what a fool!

But I would again stare

Even if I had known this ending from the start

Upon your heavenly guise; pricey toll...

(04/30/2012)