Random, Fleeting Moment

Random By J. A. Redoble

I don't have a name,
At least not one you should know.
Spare me the small talk,
Pretense is lost here tonight.
Just savor this moment
In the flickering light.

I don't have a story,
At least not one I can share.
Don't get to know me,
Just give me what I need.
Sate yourself, take your fill,
Consume my greed.

In a random, fleeting moment,
Your body will fill mine,
Your touch will sate me.
And in that one fleeting moment,
Perhaps the emptiness will cave in on its own.

I don't have a reason,
At least not one to be told.
I'm here because in the furnace,
I still am cold.
This is a fleeting tangle
In a meaningless fold.

I don't have regrets,
At least not one you can see.
A simple indulgence
Of this hunger in me.
You are random,
a release for the moment.
One last kiss, leave me now,
End this torment.

One of the songs by Hastang that struck me that night. You can listen to this at http://www.myspace.com/hastang