By Sydney Bebon
Nocturnal Paramour
“Smoke” © Centophobia (https://www.flickr.com/photos/centophobia/3457876862/)
She lived in red velvet booths of
rooms filled with the brrrrrrum tum tum of a tum of a trumpeter
and pretty little things that sang in smoke
She gleamed like light on liquor
In warm viscous seductions of
lifted brows, grasping hands, and swollen lips
She was careful to move in tune with the music
that curled slow and sweet
that wisped through the air and disappeared
She was careful not to startle the smoke
scared of what she might see
if she strayed from the rhythm
if the smoke cleared
if the music stilled in the air
the sweet
sweltering
air
Sydney Bebon is eighteen and high school Senior at Deerfield Academy, In Western Massachusetts. Born and Raised in New York City on the bustling Upper West Side of Manhattan, she is inspired by the lives and stories of New Yorkers. In the last two summers she has attended Writing Workshops at Columbia University and The School of the New York Times. She is currently serving as Editor-in-Chief of Albany Road literary and arts magazine, where her work has been published in recent years.
