Elicit The Love Affair Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Elicit The Love Affair



Elicit The Love Affair
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Saturday, October 3,2015

I realize that we have just met,
But your face is one I won't soon forget.
I can see you want to be with me,
And I understand how it could also be.
I know you have someone else,
For tonight, you're just having fun for yourself.

I understand the kind of person I am,
And I probably shouldn't care, but I can't help but feel the jam.
It hurts to know that when dawn arrives,
You'll have to leave, and I'll be left behind.
You can't stay with me,
And this is all it will ever be.

You belong to another,
And I really shouldn't bother.
It's too much to bear:
For tonight is a lonely love affair.

I noticed you took off your wedding ring,
And for you, this is just a weekend fling.
Virtues mean nothing to you, it seems,
You swing at my heartstrings, shattering dreams.
Only memories cling to the fool,
As underneath it all, this pain stings cruelly.

I know this is just for one night,
You'll be gone by first light.
Feelings hidden in decomposing loam,
A house isn't always a happy home.
The night is filled with overtones,
Yet a home is more than bricks and stones.
The things we put ourselves through.
These feelings are untrue.

I know you don't love me,
And I know I don't love you, either, you see.

Which kind of evil is lesser than the rest?
Life is short, just a fleeting quest.
Reckless passion can tarnish the name,
And alcohol makes it hard to play the game.
As night falls, you party with glee,
Intoxicated and feeling free.
Toasting to a liquid lunch,
I have a hunch I'll soon be in a crunch.

As far as I can see,
This night is quite crazy.
Someone waits back home,
But right now, you don't care to roam.
The things you do, they're unaware,
Your heart feels truly in disrepair.
Lifted high in your fitted blouse,
You've entered someone else's house.

The music plays loud,
As I make my way through the crowd.
Slow dancing to a love song,
Feeling giddy, as if nothing is wrong.
I never hesitated or stopped to think;
The night is long, and we've had too much to drink.
Encouraged by a certain wink,
Our bodies collided perfectly in sync.

What's done cannot be undone;
We've got to rise and face the morning sun.
Lies now need to be spun,
You've got to go; your time here is done.
Burdens weigh more than a ton,
Valor is lost, and the village will shun.
The fruits of my labor have come to naught,
I wasn't surprised, to find that nothing was caught.

Saturday, October 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,sadness
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Wilfred Mellers

Wilfred Mellers

Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies
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