I crept past those
who wander night streets,
I slink in the shadows of doorways, and
past the light of
3rd and 5th street lay
an unbeating boy-awaiting
so patiently- for what I’ve stolen.

I cradle my most precious prize
as it glows and glitters in
my eyes and
illuminates my disgruntled grin,
“At least I had it for a while…”

God, I’m sorry, but there’s something
I’ve stolen,
And with a prolonged sigh I
let it free for
it dejected me…

With a pleased grin he
tossed and turned, the
beating boy regained his treasure.
God, he no longer
beats for me.