-The lady in the black dress
The lady in the black dress
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

just words
The lady in the black dress
Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered days. Hope dead and buried. Dead and bury heart tempt the devil and she came.
Pretty lady with eyes of river blue, tight black dress showing tan perfect legs came to me. She wrapped her arms around me and she whispered. “Dear Johnnie, you told me in the taunts of the long night. You loved me, you needed me and that I was your mercy and was the place you needed to adrift into.”
Drunk Poet looked at her. He saw a hurricane, free and wild. Never to be owned or be controlled. Her auburn hair down to her waist line and perfect body outlay to tempt the his weakness and will. He told her. “Dear Jenny, you are just a illusion my love. You are a inferno that need to test life and bleed your lover till he is in the abyss
of a desperate torment. I have danced with the Devil a few times. Beautiful Siren.I don’t want shattered glass love and to swim in broken shards of leftover needs that are just wishes.”
Beautiful Jenny smiled and she whispered. “The unnatural feast is enough sometime. Angels become demons. Cold hands become warmer hands in the coldness of the night. Warm flesh near need the contact of kiss, touch and wild ride. Let pretend we are lovers. I will tell you. I need you. I want you. You are my only love. No payment required, except my love. I will leave you with cherish memory.”
Old Poet danced with the pretty woman in the black dress. He kissed her neck and lips. Her smell of wild flowers made him dream of love forgotten. He told her. “I do love you. I do need you my muse. You are my dancing and wild dream dear lover.”
John Castellenas/Coyote
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and as they danced..they forgot about the fantasy..and the beautiful girl had fallen in love with the poet…that was amusing 🙂
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Love is luck and chance. Take two people wanting the same things. Rarely can happen.
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Love is destiny and fate
two people may fall in love
after a brief wait
or go apart and end it with hate
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You are right. But destiny is made and fate rarely concern love. One right or wrong turn. Can lead us to the wrong or right place.
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true 🙂
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