And we made love above the Rue Cremieux
Your lips tasting of wine and cheese
Fingertips trailing down your arm
Feet never touching the ground
Your hand capturing mine
Before I was lost on the autumn breeze
And again in the shadow of the Bataclan
I remember your laugh and the joy in your eyes
Mirrors capturing the star washed sky
And the luminous streetlights
Music weaving down the alleyways
How could I not take you in my arms
And feed you kisses while we danced
Never alone in that city of lights
The moon’s smile so bright above
Oh, Paris, last night you burned and bled
And I bled with you watching from afar
But today the flames have fled
And the cries I hear are of a different death
La petite mort, mon amour
My face buried between your thighs
Speaking, not in English, but in French
The words falling off the tip of my tongue
Until we too are consumed by flames
