Sevilla

The taste of her lips still lingers long past she is gone

The short span of apartness; evanescence; a swan song.

Her laughter a promise of a secret she will reveal

Her eyes a canvas of a summer holiday I need.

The usual drag of 9-5 is a myth, the reality is her smile

The silver lining in a grey world; the truth in the lies.

A restaurant forever immortalised, with a heart and a ring

Where doves flew at night, and the artists still sing.

Goes along the same lines as the cocaine in the veins

Withdrawal from alcohol; apartness a commencement to go insane.

Food is an afterthought; coffee a mistress scorned,

Deep goes thoughts that are told without words

Have spent many quiet afternoons suddenly broken with her laughter

The peace in a world spiralling towards disaster

Or nights in conversations that do not end,

away from the world that only exists to pretend.

All socials are logged out, all troubles at bay

The only religion is love; the only reason an atheist prays.

Steal a glance if you get a chance to find the coordinates to see

Away from the world, in and only with each other,

Just how totally me I am with her and how she is her with me.