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