Meaningful One Night Relationships

I stand before you a troubled man,
With heart so heavy Atlas himself couldn’t stand,
Words spin and twist all through the night,
Fighting for the grace to come out right,
The feelings are painted so vivid and pure,
But to utter their names will only demure,
And besmirch these things that torture my dreams,
‘n delight in my misery or so it would seem,
So lovely and wicked they capture my awe,
So primal and carnal they leave me raw,
Gaping and dripping with visceral need,
My social graces scheme to conceal my greed,
It’s not as simple as guttural urges,
The core that quakes with emotional surges,
The little things that peak our thoughts,
The unnoticed reminders of what our souls have bought,
We work for this end that never comes,
We play with these toys – the imitation ones,
Our hearts yearn for one thing and our souls bitter bleak,
But our bodies take over and these slivers they seek,
These shards of contentment, these scraps of delight,
They stain our pages with misprinted rites,
Memories of yellowed smiles and withering scents,
Shedding caresses, our happiness bent,
No longer present and beaming with pride,
In the darkest of corners in the depths of our mind,
We grab at their coat tails and hold them to light,
Praying to relive them as though WE had the right,
We work and we plot to achieve these treats,
By morning we’re empty with cold wet sheets,
I think I could love her we tell ourselves,
Lost in the moment we sell ourselves,
The aroma, the glance, the touch so divine,
Never a lover like this could we find
As our hours stretch from minutes to days,
We realize our error in so many ways,
This person, this beauty that holds our stare,
She fits not the hole you are carrying there,
Push and you prod to make it fit,
But despite all your efforts it falls to shit,
As my heart becomes lighter and you read these words,
Understand their meaning and mistake their worth,
I ache not for completion or to hold the prize,
But rather to understand the reflection’s eyes,
I want to make clear for mostly myself,
The intent and the actions and nothing else,
I am not in love or in lust or filled with guile,
I merely wish to lay with your memory a while…

Meaningful One Night Relationships


Washington DC, United States

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