Fingers Print
The thief leaves his imprint on the door handle or pane of glass
And he takes your precious treasures and stuffs them in a bag
A child's xbox, your ring of engagement and sells them
They are never seen again and the loss
And a power leaps into his world ,stops him
There is no choice and his imprint changes
He now leaves the same image of goodness
Goes to work, helps the homeless and goes home to love ones
The imprint now is left on souls
The Power slowly and seductively changes him and once again stops him
She slowly and secretly undoes the tie
Her hair falls and his heart leaps as she waits
The warmth catches In his throat and he bows
Thank you as he touches her face and a wisp of hair grazes his lips
Dusting his heart for prints of his past ,his mind leaps to the winds
A refreshing breeze carries the thought to where they go
The lost ring is there and the heart
Can one ever be forgiven to the last full measure
The yard stick takes his prints one last time
She slowly undresses and his mind catches up
The thief steals and touches her lips
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2022
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