In the city of lights, the city of love, there I was
without them both idly observing passersby
outside a café one summer evening
pacing back and forth, stealing covert glances,
hoping for one to catch my eye.
Was someone out there to hold onto
or had each moment longed for escaped?
Heartbroken and alone,
the emptiness needed a fill.
In need of a drink combined with the heat
stroked the urge
to forget why I was there.
In a daze walking into that dark café,
it appeared those glances weren’t wasted.
A pair of hands slowly reached for mine
pulling me into the intimacy of the night.
Before I knew it, we were swept away
and headed back to his place.
Love bites marked a moment not soon forgotten,
a moment not to be hidden.
The marks of a lustful moment,
and a need to escape.
I was not my usual self.
I’m not always carefree.
I blame the drink and the city,
for its toxicity drowned me.
Your words whisper in my ear
Your voice does things to me
That haven’t been felt in years
My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more
I listen when I’m alone
To be safe from disturbance
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices
The reaction your whisper creates
I listen before I sleep at night
You’re the last thing I want to hear
Blow by blow, your words hit deep
The aching and longing are no strangers to me
But nothing else does it justice
Not like they deserve
Nothing can explain
Or perfectly portray
These feelings the same way