“The lady in the black dress”


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 tempted 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 an illusion my love. You are an 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 the 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 salvation and wild dream, dear lover.”
John Castellenas/Coyote