She Poem by Ryan Cole
She
She is the shadows
in a film noir
The mist across the street lamp
on a London night
She is the mystery
that cannot be solved
The question unasked
She is the whirlwind
dancing across the Painted Desert
She is desire made flesh
slipping away with the tail of the night
She is the wayfarer’s dream
as he falls beside the road
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