The Day the One Night Stands Had To Stop
The day the one night stands had to stop
I read the stats of death and thought about
how life had flopped
I felt the stranger’s hands
and the stranger confessions
falling from my lips
with the sips from the cup
that had been passed
from unknown lips to lips
Somewhere we had tripped or been tricked
but for those of us who now are sick
it’s a communion that we had poured
and never meant to pass
If I lit a candle to our past
I’d light it praying that your silken hair
and imperfect body
had never passed from me
I’d cast a spell upon a night
that was so pure
we’d fight eternity
to keep our hold
We were so bold
that when the rosary was said
and the strand broken
I scrambled for the scattered beads
and clutched onto your hands
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