Black as the night…

Black as the night…

I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She was so damn beautiful and I knew.

If you dance with a woman, who heart is gone, her eyes are cold and deadly.  Love is myth and tale to her. Better to be a bystander who won’t learn the taste of the sweet warm lips  and the entanglement of legs, arms and skin. When you dance with the Devil. The Devil always win.

She came to me and she whispered. Not dancing with me Johnnie tonight. Is it fear or wisdom? I’m lonely my sweet man, baby, honey and dear. Please dance with me, whisper me a sexy story. Where love is sweet and forever. Make my skin bleed with need, make my body beg to be caressed and kissed. Don’t be afraid Johnnie. Your heart is blacker than my heart. You make the Summer days colder. I like and need this.

I stood-up and I took her hands. We wandered to the dance floor. The Jazz is good and she is hotter than a wildfire that cannot be controlled.  I put my face into her long auburn hair, brought her body closer and I felt every movement of her hips and shoulders. I whispered to her. Black hearten lady, my perfect muse and sweetheart. You are heaven and hell in the same kiss. The dead hours lover’s, love the blackness of the night and we give all we have left to the sameness of the people who forgot the sweetness of love and kind touch.

She smiled and she looked at my face and she whispered. Johnnie, can save the dead in heart. If you don’t want to be saved. It is alright Johnnie. Broken down people don’t want miracles and hide their dreams. At the Purgatory Inn, the jazz is wonderful and you and I. We can pretend, better than being alone.

Two people are moving slow and easy to the Jazz and the blackness of the night covered the day. Safe haven for the cold and the lonely.