Tramps and Thieves

Lover, let’s be gypsies.

We will steal fires.
We will plunder touch.

Each tap of tambourine
is one steady beat of
our nomadic hearts. 

And though we are a travelling bunch,
make me your caravan,
and wherever we go,
know in me,
you can always find home. 

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