In Shades of Noir

 

It’s where we found our love in shades of noir;
The trips, the nights, the early morning rise.
A destiny beneath the shooting star,
That showed the way, its light that never dies.

We shared our growing want in poems spent;
It’s where we found our love in shades of noir.
Fulfilling touch, each other’s spill would vent,
In lieu of gearshift rides in speeding cars.

Before the dawn at Starbuck’s coffee bar,
A lover with a stubble slumps to pen.
It’s where we found our love in shades of noir,
By laptop’s glow like film but with a yen.

The passion goes beyond a curtain call,
Of sultry negligee and silk boudoir.
Her Bogie bows and bends his satin doll;
It’s where we found our love in shades of noir.