Kept Awake In Drunken Sleep By Desperation

Paris
Paris was full of closed
And we drove through tunnels that
People have died in
For four hours
That were nothing to me as I
Proudly giggled -
Or just stretched lips in
Fake gasps of shock -
At every hint of you
I heard and recognised.
Stroking hands
Over
Tongue-in-cheek
'Ooh!'
In my eyes.
Listening to you in the brown tunnels of Paris,
And smiling
And aching.
Paris was nothing.