Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dance Floor (Photo credit: enric archivell)
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.
Slowly disrobe.
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.
Coyote
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Reminds me of the song by Tina Turner: Private Dancer
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Tina could sing. My 15 years in the service. Military towns have a lot of people not content with what they had or accepted less. Easy to fall into bad places. We must all taste the good and bad to know what we really need.
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Beautiful,takes me back to the summer of 79 when I was looking for someone and found myself!
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Some journeys lead us back to where we had begin. Your words are true. Must know yourself and what you truly want.
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Strange how lives intersect for a time, but memories stick. I have some like that. This was poignant.
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Thank you Valentine. Some people memories always are a part of you.
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This is..well I am having trouble finding my words here…it just got me. Nicely done!
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I feel for your angel; when I was younger I was like that (not the stripping). I thought it was easier. But opening your heart, feeling is easier, even if you get hurt. At least you know you are alive. I hope she did find peace.
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I kept in contact with her for 10 years. Some people can take a lifetime to know what they want. I believe some pain and struggle from the past is hard to overcome. All of us struggle. I tell people. Stop, re-think life and release the bad stuff. Ain’t easy but we must. Thank you for the comment.
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Twenty years before I knew her by Junction, the name of the town she grew up in. Just west of Austin and north of nothing. The Red Noodle. She had a gravely voice – strange for a twenty-somethingI have a picture stored away somewhere. I’ll haver to go look it up. Than you so much for reminding me.
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My young woman was a Southern girl lost in Texas. Those old memories become better with time. Thank you for the comment.
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my miracle
your poem
comforting me
tonight
~
thanks so much
so much
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You are very kind. Thank you for the comment.
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