#stolenmoments
all we have are
all those stolen moments -
late nights and
wee hours of the morning
long walks and talks
that got me wondering
are these all we're ever getting -
the laughter in the backseat,
and little exchanges in the crowd
you showing up unannounced
or driving by late at night to hang out
the casual arm around my shoulder
or your guiding hand on my back
when you peeled me off the sidewalk
and drove me around campus
sat down beside me
on the steps
of that hallowed hall
at three in the morning
after everyone made sure
to have me remember them
and so I was kept more than drunk
when I gave you a hug
then the world spun around me
out of alcohol,
or perhaps the end swirling around
and as I made my way inside
I kept your eyes on mine
even as I closed the door
because I had this plane to catch
while you, your plans to draft
and between us our entire lives
so, maybe, all those moments
are all we're ever really getting
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Have you ever seen the pages of a story unfold
in the single movement of a moment?
These are stolen.
© Qwey.ku
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
One night one day, stolen moments,
an unfinished bottle of wine and some conversations still paused;
Eyes locked, lips docked, raspy breathing out and in,
tangled sheets, heartbeat to heartbeat above all the din.
Surreal, magical, sensual and true,
Mind Body Soul, in some moments, so few;
Forbidden, thrilling and a tantalising high,
A fantasy of a rendezvous, my oh my!
What were the chances of two strangers connecting,
Baiting, mating and clandestinely fating,
serendipity thou art a magical brew,
Oh! Now estranged one, this is my ‘while waiting’ ditty to you...
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
I envy you, for you see her day and night,
While I am left to face these lonely nights.
I despise you, for you steal her away,
Just when I begin to cherish the moments she stays.
You envy me, though she bends to your will,
For she loves me more, and always will.
You despise me, though you see her bright and bleak,
For you cannot feel her warmth as I seek.
So, Time, though we are sworn enemies,
I ask your blessing to hear her melodies.
Let her stay with me, and take your shadows far from me.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC