The lady in the black dress

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

      

Author's Note

New poetry. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

The Lady In What??? Black Dress? She might be looking way holy if she takes that all off ... isn't it what ya thought the very first time since you saw her or poured her deep down in your very evocative words? Lol

I believe, you give a very tremendously written tribute to you Jen whose "wild flowers fragrances" "evoke" the goosebumps in metaphor's heart & have him quite drunk in the pleasure of love. Very sensual poetry ... like the choice of "Black" .. White lady in black dress always look like a wild flower that soothes the spirit with the pleasure of such temptations. Not a bad shot. Liked the imagery!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and thank you for reading and the comment.

[annalysiar]

Wow, I could almost see it. Great visual. The temptations of man. Great portrayal

[Coyote Poetry]

Women are men best days and their down fall. Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.

[annalysiar]

Oh that is true and you are welcome

[Olivia Ansa-Sam]

Very nice. I enjoyed reading it. Keep up the good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Olivia for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Pryde Foltz]

A superbly romantic write, Coyote. You never disappoint.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. I appreciate the comment.

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Such precious, priceless words: "I don't want shattered glass love and to swim in broken shards of leftover needs that are just wishes." And though the protagonist realizes that, he still falls for the tempting muse. I would too. She's so persuasive, mesmerizing, intoxicating in her black beauty.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Nadia. Some temptation is too tempting.