You are a robber of noblest kind.

You dig into my navel.

You settle down in my skin.

For real.

You desire a passionate meal.

Or maybe it’s me ordering your zeal.

For real.

Very far. Very near.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in thousand years.

He may be a disdain. She may be a gain.

Or a firefly.

In the blink of an eye.