To Catch a Thief

To Catch a Thief

I prowled over the rooftops

in Technicolor slacks,

a creaky old lothario

among the chimney stacks.

Below me seabeams twinkled

in Monaco’s wide bay.

A woman’s nervous laughter.

A firework display.

I found your window open.

I had cheated death.

Silently, I slid inside

and cat-burgled your breath.