More than a moment

It lasts but a moment the fire from your kiss.
I devour the comfort but you I do not miss.
The fix isn’t working and I’d rather be alone.
I need to transcend momentary moans.

Once the passion has been consumed and done,
I wander to thoughts of who will be the one.
I feel despise for this is all that comes my way.
I long for the one who will spend longer than a day.

How do you end up living a life you didn’t forsee?
A life you never wanted but comes naturally?
What am I to make of this momentary deed?
Why don’t I ever find so much what I need?

But I have become so wanting for this.
That needs are fulfilled in hollow bliss.
Emptiness I feel would make a grown man cry.
So would the empty beds I find myself lie.

I do my best not to complain of my woes.
Mostly they are dormant and nobody knows.
But I cannot lie in another empty bed.
I’d have more satisfaction if I were dead.

© 2014 The Rum Review