One.Night.Stand

the cold showers piercing my skin
guarding the flow of my blood
my heart pumping like an old machine
rusty and turbulent
the night so hazy so foggy like my mind

the streets across call for me
to join the fun; to drink;and speak so seemingly harmlessly
and I stand waiting like an assassin
my eyes cold and red
my hands moving in my pockets
searching for wood maybe
and the passing breeze decides to play with my locks
that unfold and cover my
dry vast forehead
and I stand waiting like a prey
for the final act to succumb and surrender
to the buoyancy of lust
and she comes running down
from no where with a nervous smile
whispers into my ear
a thought and we kiss so effortlessly so shamelessly
lasting a minute feeling a lifetime
the juice was worth the squeeze
the wait was worth the time

and I leave back home
to rest and sleep

but that night
I decided to
that one night,
stand.