I'm stealing you.. Refik Martinović

 

  I steal you the most ...
  on nights that have your scent
  when we are alone
  The moon and you
  when I fight with the waking stars
  who want you to be
  their companion
  and my hideout
  I want to watch you
  in not seeing the happy
  hung about my sky
  instead of a star.

  I steal you the most ...
  in departures
  which no one likes
  when the leaves sway in the wind
  like early spring swallows
  like children learning to walk
  like longings lurking in the heart
  like love at sunset
  blurred in the twilight
  and murky tears of parting.

  I steal you the most ...
  when I sit under a wild chestnut
  and I mourn the death of its fruits
  and I keep quiet when you have
  something to tell me
  I'm making it up
  that I loved unfaithful lips
  in cold winters
  who painted their cheeks red
  ... I don’t like red anymore.

  I steal you the most ...
  when I lean on the memory
  when we woke up before the birds
  and walked barefoot
  dewy green grass
  of my childhood.
  Please
  don't turn off my street lights
  let them shine for us
  I can't steal you in the dark.