One Hits Wonder
His scent remains as I run my finger
after we made making love’s counterpart.
And yet the memories start to linger
which reckoned me trapped in the realm of art
for our rendezvous never required our heart.
The rain knocked away my innocence and boosted my needs
as the dusk glistens hope for my despair.
Mocking my journey is my road which leads
to a mirage of the sought-after heaven’s stair
to quench the tremors of hell’s flare.
A kiss or two weren’t that easy
for our lips are drenched in others’ longing.
Though our bodies are bundled up with each other, still it’s breezy.
For the warmth of his touch is intended for his darling
and mine would’ve been exclusive for the one I am waiting.
Though our bodies are connected our eyes cannot link
for what we see are just mannequins for a moment’s passion.
All of a sudden, one burst, and all are the same in one blink;
back to reality as reality spank me to kiss away oblivion,
a reminder to do away with this infatuation.
As we depart, as if nothing had happened.
For all I know we used each other for just an hour.
After all, we started too soon thus it should sooner end
for the time of passion and feigned romance is over
and I need to keep what’s happened in my box of one hits wonder.
This is for the man I think I fell in love with because of a one night stand. Now I know the thin line separating between love and infatuation. You were once an item to me and I thank you for helping me make this poem.
One Hits Wonder
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