Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing.
(I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman. Their beauty brought men to them. Their heart cold as ice. I wanted nothing and one Poet/ dancer allow me in for a time. To sweet Angela. I hope she found peace.)
I watched from a distance.
The music is low and sweet.
Bob Seger Against the wind is playing.
You sing with the music.
Your voice trying to fall into the words.
You move your body.
Desperate men wait to see your perfect body.
The movement is times, organized and controlled.
You can pull a man into your web.
With the easiness of a soft kitten.
Your eyes don’t hide the truth.
When I look into them they make me feel cold.
Your body is a gift with a payment.
When you work.
I don’t try to talk to you.
I’m afraid to touch you.
At our apartment.
You put on the Leonard Cohen.
You dance alone in the dark.
Black skirt and tight black t-sheet showing erect nipples.
You come to me.
Sit between my legs.
Look into my eyes.
You wrap your arms around me.
You feel safe with me.
I don’t want love.
Only passion and kindness for a time.
You lay with me on our soft bed.
I read old poetry to you.
Your nude body I caress slowly and gently.
I whisper sweet dreams and story of possibilities.
I hold you close when you twist and turn fighting hidden demons.
The money is good.
You never miss work.
You dance and never allow anyone into your soul.
Men sit alone in the club.
Wishing to touch your flesh.
They don’t know the payment.
I dance the twisted movement of the woman with the eyes of no pity.
Their anger and pain can overtake you.
Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings.
I left her with tears.
She told me.
Never expose your true emotion.
We are just waiting for the walls around us to cave in.
I told her.
Thank you for the dance and if you find peace.
You can find me.