Saw you through the dim light,  

Coming closer, one step at a time,  

Your silk dress slipping down your bare white shoulders,  

Just as smoothly as our fingers brushed past that day.  

  

You sat at the piano,  

And gently pressed the keys,  

The sweet melody of the song took over my ears,  

And filled the room covering every corner.  

  

You looked at me and started singing,  

One verse at a time.  

Felt like a whisper,  

Tingling my ears.  

  

Sending a shiver down my spine,  

Your voice took over the coldness of San Francisco,  

It was terrifying,  

Yet overwhelming.  

  

Just as the song finished,  

I gave the glass in my hand a swirl,  

And took a sip of my Berthe de Joux,  

Tasting the absinthe.  

  

The sourness of the herbs,  

And the fruity alcohol,  

Blended together like,  

A warm cup of coffee on a rainy day.  

  

You silently got up from the piano,  

And walked towards me,  

Even the clacking of your heels,  

Was euphonic to me.  

  

Your dress brushed past the cold floor as you walked,  

You came closer,  

To me and the silent bar,  

Where your drink sat.  

  

You placed your soft cloud like lips on the rim of the glass,  

Tilting it, you sipped and shut your eyes close,  

shiny dust sat on your eyelids,  

sparkling ever so brightly.  

  

You pleasured the cold taste of absinthe on your tongue,  

As if it was the last sip ever,  

You took another one,  

And opened your glossy eyes.  

  

You took a step closer,  

Let yourself onto my body,  

And brought your mouth close to my ear,  

I could feel your warm breath.  

  

Then you spoke those mesmerizing words,  

More like a whisper  

“Emmeline, that’s my name”,  

The words I’d been waiting to hear.  

  

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