Alas I Cannot Forget

It was a teacup of pleasure, our brief encounter, just a flight to Brazil. We talked, we laughed, ate, and had a nap. Then, we experienced a series of air pockets. Afraid she turned on me, hugging me tight. I felt her lips hot on my cheeks., till all was calm Her head slid onto my shoulders as she slept, I smelled a trace of faint, expensive perfume. Afterwards, she left the plane and disappeared. A microsecond in this infinite universe, never to be forgotten, and on occasions least expected. Her madonna face haunted me, beckoning, luring, attractive, sensual. It was a secret I held dear, Though I knew not her name. Perhaps that's just my regret, knowing that now she’s in the arms of someone else’s. Does he love her as I did in those few precious moments when we shared each other, and got lost in our peak sensations of tenderness and dreams? I asked myself and wondered but received no reply.