I sit beside the console and think
of all that I have seen:
of Delta domes and hopeless eyes
and wasted, shattered dreams.
Of prison planets, and DSVs
with wealth beyond belief,
a dark-haired man with steady stare
who fondly calls me 'thief.'
For selfish ways I stole his heart
a prize beyond compare.
For lost am I, a willing thrall
when pier'ced by his stare.
For thief am I, I know it's true
I'd try most any guile,
to chance to see a jewel so rare:
his dazzling, brilliant smile.
I sit inside my room tonight
and think of what will be.
For soon I drown in passion's hold,
when Avon comes to me.
For we share both love and thieving ways
and hope for comfort's ease.
With future vague, we have one wish:
to steal a moment's peace.
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