Frisson;
A disproportionate use of allure
you smile and I shiver with thrill
a kiss like a gun
baby you've got a license to ****.

On the precipice of broken dreams
we stare down a canyon of hitched breaths and stolen moments
on a December evening I remember you said,
"it makes me ache
how I could never love you
the way you want".

Young lovers stand in my shadow
I watch them from a shattered tenement window
with glowing eyes they reminisce the places we visited
with you as tour guide sharing the vows and kisses we once kept

as I wander alone down old memory lane
I'm walking past that house we built
where some things are hard to remember
and some things,
                            *I'll never forget.

Morning sits close on the horizon
and as dew starts to frost
a lovers kiss is cleansed from my lips
as memories once so vivid
begin to be forgot,

another night is wasted
as streaks of rouge paint the skies
I'll bid you farewell once again
and wait for darkness to return,

for in the night I am the rain
bleeding tainted words and spilt ink onto ****** sheets.

There is a summer breeze
tangled in your hair
and it feels like a California sunshine
flowing through my fingers,
won't you take me with you
so that when the winters descend
I'm not left with just an illusion of you.

Every night
it is so silent where I lay
that I can hear my heartbeat thump thump thump
in my head
outside a night jar coos
and in the distance I hear an owl call to someone unknown

Every night
my brothers and sisters cower in fear
the only lullaby are the sounds of the bombs that whistle overhead
I can hear their heartbeats thump thump thump
never knowing when one will fall on their heads.

Every night
I visit those old memories
where you haunt the corridors like a ghost in the night
and I drink you in until I'm drunk on us
and for a while at least,
I am lost
dancing with the illusion of you.