The Light is Noir

The light is noir.

I feel the air escape your lungs.

I feel a steady beat humming your chest.

We’re both staring at the ceiling.

Silence.

The room is burning cold

A slick serenader would seduce you

Suck away the air from your lips

Fast like a dying breath.

But I

Lay only with you

Holding your hand

Like a small treasure

And allow silence to ensue.

Breath.

I can’t see your face

But I feel it in your breath

I curl into you

Embracing your air

 A phrase

The movement of these arms

Turn myself over and I look

Away, help me look away

The darkness hides

Intentions

The air tastes cool

I’m sucking at the mixed spit

Swallowed in my mouth

It tastes foreign

Tears

They venture down me

I hold in my breath

Do not see me in my breath

I am not me

The light is noir

And I am not me.

Best,
Anna Belle Lee