the [com]promise

beneath the stars,
amid the cold breeze,
and the constant stare of yellow street lamps...

your scent
makes my eyes want to shut out from the world
and my body longing to lie beside yours...

you wrap your arms around me,
and i can’t get out,
but then again,
why would I want to?

you whisper words
to make me happy -
happier than any man
has ever made me...

you kiss my nape;
your lips -
warm,
soft,
wet -
glide to my ears
where you tell me,
“i promise…”

then, you lead me
inside your car,
parked amidst the shadows
of old acacia trees...

you hold me
close
and the last thing I want
is for you to let go...

you undress me
as you undress yourself;
you kiss my lips
and i kiss back...

you enter me
and tears flow out of my eyes...

you promised to make me happy,
why do I feel so much pain?