Black as the night

Just words

                                    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.

                      Johnnie/Coyote

 

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my there is a haunting feeling to this...reminds me of one of my exes, with whom i am still close...she had a distance...when we danced it was wonderful in one respect, but in another, she was still dancing alone...in her own world...and there was that distance...that look of not being with me even when she was.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many women in my lifetime, had given up. It is sad and thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[Fish]

I love how you told the story not making it to long and to the point. Getting your story across without any confusion. A wonderful piece.

[Fish]

I really like the part where it gets into character. 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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fish. I appreciate the comment.

[Ms Paragon]

Two lonely,hardened hearts coming together! The result could be explosive!I felt I was standing nearby watcing them. Vivid imagery!Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ms Paragon. Good song and dance can lead to some trouble.

[sette]

indeed misery always love company.. with two lonely souls what better way to spend the night?

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my dear friend. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[sette]

you are most welcome

[Chris Shaw]

Temptation, temptation, this poem sizzled with it. When you are cold and lonely it would become so easy to live for the moment and suffer any consequences. Loneliness is deadly, pretending can be fun. Really enjoyed this Johnnie.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Christine. Great song and good company. Nice place to know.