A thief of the night

Unlocking the lock
of the cage
of your caged heart
is far more difficult
than I had imagined

The tools I use bend
and break, inside
or slide between the bars
hurting what's within

Perhaps it is the very act
of picking the lock
that is the problem

It would be far easier
if you just gave me the key.

  Or at least let me steal it.

"No," she breathes,  breathless
"Where's the fun in that?"


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