Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul. (idea)

The evanescent smell of coffee,

Arouses memories

Of our small olfactory receptor neurons -

Simple felicity drawn from these fugacious frissons.

Engaging in small-talk,

Avoiding real thoughts that -

Should have been uttered.

We cannot abstain from furtive glances

Which emerge into our irises' dalliance -

Cigarettes are smoked with evocative ebullience.

I cannot but brood 

For the denouement 

Of this imbroglio.