(Day 9) Noir Scene

For a few seconds he is outside

Next to where she waits

In the middle of the moonlight,

Two small figures over the riverside

Each step another turning

Towards moonlight

And an uneven texture.

For a few seconds he is outside

Tangled up in his footsteps

In a mystery of bleached hair

And bright red lipstick,

Peeling back her unknown promises

And her cigarette, which she tosses

Back into the river,

And with it the last remaining evidence

Of the crime they had just committed

In black and white. 

(Day 9 of NaPoWrimo asked for a noir like poem.

One of my favourites of film so the poem was 

great fun writing about)