Is there such a thing as Poetry Noir?
Dreaming of You
I needed to be
Bonnie and Clyde,
All guns blazing
Someone at my side,
To judge the stakes
And take the risks,
I had already
Suffered myself –
Putting it on the line,
Like a two dollar,
Fantasy crime, novel,
I’d rashly bought,
A shabby bargain,
At cost price.
When you traded in
Our loyalty;
Abandoning me,
With nothing more
Than telling the sorry tale
Of your selfish
Betrayal,
In the shattered light,
And jagged fragments of night,
Your love destroyed,
Every sense
It touched,
Torching it to the ground.
Stranded in the shadows
Of dark afterglow,
I dreamt of
Our last stand, and
The sweet violence, still
Smouldering in the fire;
In my burnt out shell,
I still fantasize,
Of the bond
Between us;
Reality insists on
A tragic ending – and yet,
I’m still dreaming of you…
Sonia Kilvington
First published in Contemporary Literary Horizon 2014 in English & Romanian
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