Poetry Is a One Night Stand

poetry is a one night stand a few minutes stand you meet her on the street while waiting in a cafe in a crowded bar you just dont know when she descends on you spread her wings no expectations i am in this crowded bar now on the stool red wine cabernet why dont we understand life she walks in high heeled clad in red parks on the other side delicately war is a crime have to be brief here characters you know and space F i am captivated she flashes her white teeth the' cheeks"matched her dress i am intoxicated singular encounter no expectations she winks carelessly i buy her a drink apple martini walks across sit close perfume extramarital without disturbance bartender worried puzzled when i ask for paper and pen he throws few tissues we drink a few her leg rests on mine exploring we amalgamate into a toungey kiss i am possessed now in a frenzy you know no attachments or carried emotions for tomorrow we forget forever till someone brings it up again personal growth and fulfillment empowered poetry is a one night stand that is a one liner