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.
|