Dreaming of You

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