Cat Burglar

by A.T. Brunner

not just your hands that I entrust
with my most precious of things
but all of you
you sneak
on my throat
I give up
& in

leather-scented fingertips
ice-breath over lips

give it a squeeze, yes
adept at connecting all of my dots
stuff me in your black valise,
your black heart, cat burglar

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