a quick season

i don't know why our moment comes up
once every few years
and is gone again so fleetingly, quickly it disappears
my body left lingering for lips that wont come near
wanting, wishing, waiting; maybe we drink too many beers
the chemistry shows up, unannounced; all too painfully clear
electricity flows between us - the very air begins to sear

fire; ignited; burns brightly; why fight it?

i hold you so close to my heart, dear
but alas - it will be this way forever, i fear
we miss our moment, again and again
once every few years