she breathes coolly
silvery rasps down my neck
like a moonlit stroll

she becomes my prairie landscape
soft, curving with a gentle slope
and lonely soul

i reach for her breeze
skirt caught in the tangled wood as she runs
through the darker lines
sand, wet sticking to her feet
planted by a kiss

she breathes coolly on my neck
mountain stream,chilling,
telling every pore
of a secret

deep eternal truths are the ones
that haunt
even the wind
that breathes coolly


6 thoughts on “noir”

  1. Lovely………..I reach for her breeze and lines after that. Planted by a kiss as the cause. The poem feels questionable…….uncertain; in all…..its great.

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