Treasure Island

Suzette Richards

(Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

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Stolen Moments


Your key does not fit the door.
We cannot meet anymore.
I have tried to say 'Goodbye',
but you will be the one to try
and keep this pledge as before.

The champagne stood chilled,
ready for our glasses to be filled.
The lights are turned down low
and the music playing is very slow.
This last meeting by me willed.

The coded knock on the door
signalled me to quickly pour
the glasses to half measure.
I let in my life's treasure.
Your presence fills my very core.

Our bodies hungrily entwine
fuelled by the ample wine.
Passions are riding high
as you finally say, 'Goodbye.'
I know that you will always be mine.

Submitted: Sunday, June 17, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 21, 2012

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It was suggested that this may be suitable for a song, so I have added a refrain:

Stolen moments
Stolen moments
are all we have
My resolve cave
Only stolen moments

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  • Jasbir Chatterjee (6/20/2014 12:54:00 AM)

    I hope and pray that life showers happy moments on you as a rightful owner and you no longer have to steal them...why must happiness be entwined with sadness and farewell? (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (6/20/2013 10:09:00 PM)

    A nice poem.
    With breath-taking insolence I offer the following:

    Your key no longer fits the door.
    We cannot meet anymore.
    I have tried to say 'Goodbye',
    but you will be the one to try
    and keep this pledge as we did before.

    The champagne is standing chilled,
    ready for our glasses to be filled.
    The lights are turned down low,
    and the music is playing very slow,
    For this last meeting by me willed.

    The coded knock upon the door
    signals me to quickly pour
    the glasses to half measure.
    I let in my life's treasure.
    Your presence fills my very core.

    Our bodies hungrily entwine
    fuelled by the ample wine.
    Passions are riding high
    as you finally say, 'Goodbye.'
    I know you will always be mine. (Report) Reply

  • Nirmal Gope (6/20/2013 3:43:00 PM)

    I am from Bangladesh, now staying in USA for study, I want to translate it to my language, Bangla. Can I? I am urging a permission to poet. The poem is awesome. (Report) Reply

  • Adriana Avila (6/20/2013 11:18:00 AM)

    The stolen moments are beyond precious and the loving feeling is inmmense; but the good-bye's are very heart-breaking. Nice one

    Blessings,
    AA (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (6/22/2012 4:39:00 AM)

    Well thought out piece of writing. Has the theme of an
    Illicit love or impossible relationship that can only survive
    for brief intervals. (Report) Reply

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