I undressed you with my eyes

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