I would commit minor felonies for you.
I would jaywalk, stepping out into the street
No light, no signal, no white painted lines
To meet you on the other side.
I would litter, trailing candy wrappers
Like brightly colored breadcrumbs
To lead you back to me.
I would dance, taking your hands
To twirl in the open green with you
Where the sign says to stay off the grass.
You make me want to sing and shout inside the library
Throw caution to the wind like so many parking tickets
Fish all the coins out from the sparkling fountain
To pour them, shining, into your hands.
You’ve already gone and stolen my heart;
All I want now is to shoplift yours.
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