raw Ghazal in noir

 
it’s a night made for noir & stories, a beautiful dame, kisses of shame,
a man must be hard to sell it, my story who better to tell it.

a secret too secret to speak, a lover who cheats, backseat
affairs on a hard wet night, the whisper of the rain that tells it.

it’s the blues in the night, violent respite, a shell-riddled plot,
whiskey by the shot, drunk on the lips that tell it.

kiss me hard when you go, the minutes dance slow,
the wicked winds blow, & a heart too ashamed to tell it.

the splash of light is the flash of bullet ripped loose
from the gun, a story undone, a bullet too quick to tell it.

it’s a story of luck & valor, bad luck for the valorous
who take a bullet, & none left alive to tell it…


(Artist unknown)