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