Stolen Moments
By J. S. Monti
To sit and merely contemplate.
My mind reflecting, won’t abate.
About the story of our lives.
Of stolen moments lovers find.
You have a life and so do I.
To find a way to intertwine.
Yet hard to do, we only live.
On stolen moments we can give.
Our bodies, minds, and souls to take.
The chemistry we can’t forsake.
To hold you in that sweet embrace.
My heart is dying to partake.
To wake and find you lying there.
Your body supple, warm and fair.
My fingers softly through your hair.
An arm around your shoulders bare.
Our hearts as one in rhythm beat.
Cares and worries fail to seek.
This shelter we have wearily sought.
Is found within our bodies locked.
And in this dream I waken from.
Like darkness looms in winters morn.
To find that I am only one.
And loneliness to weigh upon.
For such are dreams of smoke and mirrors.
An insight to our deepest fears.
The thought of you lies treasured there.
In stolen moments, and visions fair.
