Stop, Thief

Larceny 

Tell me who it was you stole them from, 
those brocade eyes hooding a smoky gaze

full sail of a smile reefed in a sly cant

that heels me over to the gunwales.
Thieves, we lift pursed lips left unattended

at the boarding gate, the fluid hand 
snatched midair and palmed by sleight to an
inside pocket only to reappear 
one evening punctuating a pilfered 

joke, punch line delivered with 
a flourish claimed as our very own.