Kool Jazz
A shanty blows
Liquid heat in late August
It was She
That scent of Night
Bringing shadows
To the floor
Tango
Silhouettes gliding
Holding their own
Lost in melody
Rife with desire
And death
Two mutual friends
Playing against
Time
Reflecting glome
Cast together
Against fractured
Stucco walls
It was She
That takes you in a moment
Transcending
Carnal hopes and dreams
It was She
Captured in celluloid
Film noir countess
Poison lipstick
Neon nights
Alleyway fires
Cosplay
Coslove
Costume smile
Mystery moon elegance
Breaths heavy
And I know
In the split second
Of a moment
Never meant to be
I
Was indeed
Doomed to the Night
*(Matthew Bowers)* ~93
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