Aftertaste
It happened a couple of days ago
When shivers overtook my body
Though not present anymore
I sense they will return
A walk through wilderness
I would not go there with others
Black coffee on the bench
Jukebox melodies uplifting the mood
Absinthe so smoothing
Heart like a thrilling drum beat
Strong spirits and a chess board
I appreciated his patience
A cigarette lit way
Through a late night walk
Then a cinnamon scent
And the aftertaste on his lips
Not only the touch
The blue eyes too
Ocean deep voice
And the rhythm of the night
I hoped the moment would last
But morning arrived
Though not present anymore
I sense shivers will return
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