Poems in the wild #40

Poem #40 (jack of clubs) was released in the (now covered) beer garden at The Clyde hotel on Elgin St, Calrton, where we were forced to stay for a second drink because of the torrential downpour. Life's tough.

Left it so we could never
go back to it again? I did not.
It was the line of her neck
that stopped me, that freeway
sweep of smooth collarbone
two hollows on either side
cool dark spaces just the
right size to nestle a mouse.
Left her at the landing like
that creature in Double Indemnity
a river of legs noir rippling
in grey down the stair runner.
Left it so my shadow bled
into her sun-backed limbs.