The Elixir..

January poetry number six.

                     The Elixir...

She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying to the wine, wishing to be somewhere else. I went to her and I asked her. Need a fresh drink? She turned and her eyes looked at him with coldness. She told me. I don't need company tonight. I am not friendly tonight. I laughed at her words and I told her. A mournful muse, she is still a muse.

Her eyes turned less cold and she asked me. Are you the Belton, Texas Hemingway. Do you believe pretty words can make a woman nicer? I smiled and I told her. Men love the dangerous gals. Those pretty women with anger in their face and eyes. Easy women don't tempt the brave men. Brave men love the hell-fire ladies.

She laughed at his words and she asked me. What is your cure to fix a pissed-offed lady? I smiled and I told the bartender. Two of my favorite elixir. Please light on the coke. The bartender brought two Long Island ice teas to them.

She smiled and she tasted the drink. She asked me. What is the drink, it is good, it is tasty. I told her, my elixir to kill my bad spirit. The Long Island ice tea, five shots of the white alcohol. It make the devil in us, easier to live with.

She asked me. Do you believe I am the devil? I smiled and I told her. On a hot Texas night. The devil is always near, dear pretty lady. She smiled and she asked me. Can you Texas two-step? Or just talk a gal toward a early death.

I smiled and I told her. I like to drink and I can Texas two-step, waltz a little. She touched his face and she told me. You are alright. You make my anger go away and you make me laugh. I need to laugh tonight. He told her. This was my only wish tonight.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Well, maybe brave men are attracted to dangerous ladies. Still, as the saying goes, caveat emptor. It might have led to a great experience, but it might just as likely have led to a displacement of rage on the nearest male target. I sincerely hope it was the former.

[Coyote Poetry]

Well John. Just hope she doesn't own a gun and the gun is handy. Thank my friend for reading and the comment.

[red93]

Interesting Poem technically with the personas. You certainly conjure the atmosphere of Texas, familiar to us in the UK from many Western movies. Well-written and well-controlled throughout.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend, for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[M. J. Smith]

Bar room bards... As to dangerous women, well, they're all dangerous! Thieves, too. They steal hearts and souls. We who write poetry are the most ideal marks, being romantic by nature. Well written, Sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, M. J. Smith. The dangerous ladies. Make us braver.

[Betty Hermelee]

Dangerous ladies... and brave men. I guess they go together. The elixir drink sure made her happy and want to do the two-step...a mournful muse....men love dangerous girls....
Well written as always John,
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Betty. Dangerous ladies like loco men. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lathen Griffiths]

Lovely write Coyote, I liked her from the instant I read that she was ‘praying to her wine’.

Best wishes

Lathen.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Lathen and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Men do indeed love dangerous gals. It is the attraction of the unknown possibilities and eventual fall. I have in my life fallen for a few of them myself. Nice work CP.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Carlos, we do. We like the wild ones. Keep us thinking. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Writergurl]

She laughed at his words and she asked me. What is your cure to fix a pissed-offed lady? I smiled and I told the bartender. Two of my favorite elixir. Please light on the coke. The bartender brought two Long Island ice teas to them.

LOVED this part, this is wonderful as well as cute in places. Awesome

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear poet. I drank Long Island ice teas in 48 states. The elixir to make life look easier.

[Writergurl]

I have had a few of those in my past, they are yummy

[Coyote Poetry]

Best ones made in Austin, Texas dear poet.