Noir

It’s dark on the bridge.
Biting winds tear at my coat.
She should be here soon.

4 Comments

  1. Solomon M.February 17, 2014

    Night; dark and stormy.
    Love; hot as lead from my gun
    They call me Sam Spade

    Reply
  2. Susan N.February 17, 2014

    Coq au vin eaten
    plenty of pino noir left
    to warm a cold night

    Reply
  3. Adrienne M.February 17, 2014

    German Expressionism
    Parody or pulp
    Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo

    Reply
  4. Ian E.February 17, 2014

    Wearing only sweat
    She lies with me then to me
    A dame to kill for

    Reply

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