Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.
The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.
We live and die in them.
Make us want things we cannot have and attempt dances with the devil.
The young Soldier saw a long legged beauty dancing alone. Her long auburn hair moving with the song and she gave him a smile of welcome. The old man smiled. She is pretty as a picture when the booze and the song
is good. Many kinds of woman. Some want forever and some need to be aroused by music, drugs, sex and the booze. Being aroused is just illusion create by the needs of things we should not have.
The Soldier asked. Is she dangerous? She is so beautiful and the more I watch her. The more I want her near. Old man laughed at the young man. It is okay brother. Realm of real life is worthless. Better to devout life. Just be careful. Sometime love isn’t the reason. Flesh called for peace and the fresh is never content. It is okay to dance in un-profounded love. If you know the ending. The fall is less painful. All of us are condemn to the need of the woman. Hollow heart needs caress and the feel to be needed. Sometime seeking comfort and being kind is enough.
Pretty woman came and took the willing soldier away. Old man smiled. He remembered the dances and the arousing illusions of love. He raised his glass and thank the gods of the night for woman who don’t want to hold you forever. Just want to be bounded by love beneath the lonely and cold Winter moon.