to them who gathers a bouquet of clouds

With all my might I would lend to your force
that courses through your long arms
so they could straddle my ribs and 
capture my body. Put the world away. 
I don't care where. Nothing means more than 
finishing this, than to fasten this band.
Uncover the dream wild and wrapped in a 
thinning veil, before these grow deep and
untouchable. Reverse me. Drag me back.
I don't want to steal you but
I can't help
having the
soul of a thief.