ENIGMA
Like pieces of a puzzle
you are scattered
across the room
detached, cool as
the moonlight spilling into
the window and stroking
the line of your jaw
a cat climbs through the window
and your mouth twists
into a momentary smile
enigmatic as a falling star
dark as the midnight cloak
that shelters us
until dawn creeps in
on stealthy paws
Ruth Long is a reader and writer who enjoys living on the razor's edge between poetry and fiction and passionately believes that the two can happily co-exist.
You can find more of her writing at BullishInk.Com
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