Leather and lace

Good song allowed us to create good poetry.

                           Leather and lace

I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and the long Island ice teas, too much sin and no place to go. I have found the emotion that resembled love and I left broken glass of people with actions done without knowing. We will pay for every bad action or good.

I sat alone in the Purgatory Inn in the dark taverns of Texas. Waiting for no-one. Just living for the Tom Collins and Long Island ice teas. I  liked Texas. People leave you alone to die in your own misery. Pretty bartender  watched me carefully.   Studying  my face and kept the Long Island fresh and strong. She asked me. Why was I alone just writing words and drinking? I looked up and saw her pretty face and perfect sea blue eyes looking into my soul. I told her. Just doing my time in purgatory inn.  I left too much behind and I reached a dead-end.

She laughed at me and she told me. No angels here sweetie. Just us people trying to make sense of life and death. You are too pretty to be alone. I'm off in a hour. We will find a dance hall and I will make you laugh. I told her. I'm poor company and I would like to go dancing  and to laugh tonight.

She was a Texas beauty.  Confident, flowing blond hair and she told you the truth. It was a hot Texas summer night. She worn short cotton dress and tank top that covered little.  I drove to the nearby dance hall in Belton, Texas. I paid the cover and before we could find a seat. She took me to the dance floor. Willie Nelson song "Angel flying too close to the ground" was playing and we fell into a Texas two-step.  She told me. I know you Johnnie. We have danced before. I liked you. You didn't try to attack me and you treated me with respect.


I told her. I remember you. I also remember me. I wasn't ready yet. I left burning fires behind and I need time to gather my thoughts. She smiled and told me. Tonight you are not alone Soldier. Amie need some laughter too and I will take you home tonight. We will drink coffee in the morning and see where we landed.

Her apartment small and cozy. Small kitchen and living room. Her bedroom in view neat and tidy. She made coffee and brought the coffee to me. She kissed me once and she whispered I will be back in a second. I turned on the radio and Willie Nelson song "Seven Spanish Angels" was playing. Willie song "Sunday morning' comin down" was playing when beautiful Amie came out in lace of red covering soft hips and perfect breasts.  She danced alone for a second. I watched her and I remember her now. She took me home a few months back when I was too drunk to drive back to base. She gave me a couch, breakfast and coffee in the early morning. I remember the mercy she had given me.

She fell at my feet and  I asked her. What do you want to do with an old drunk? I'm broken and can't be repaired. You are so beautiful. You tempt every part of me wearing the lace of red on your perfect skin. If I touch you. I will want to return and never leave. She embraced me. Kissed my head like a small child and she whispered. Leather and lace is a woman like. Woman want a man to respect her and need her.  I see in your eyes. A sedative man needing to be reborn. I have lost in love my darling. Today we rise from the dead. Create new hunger and learn to be alive. I will show you leather and lace. You will show me passion that will leave be trembling and wishing for more.

I brought her near. Kissed her lips and I told her. Okay and thank you dear Amie.
                                 Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new prose poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

This is truly fantastic friend, I thought I was reading some real life movie seen, no
joke. I completely drifted off into la la land. I haven't had a piece do that to me in awhile,
now that means one or the other, I'm really tired or this piece
was memorizing. I have to tell ya, I'm sticking with fantastic piece of work!!!
I was completely drawn in, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I was station six years in Texas. I have a lot of Texas poetry. I liked Texas. People were honest and direct. No fear. Most had a permit to carry a gun.

[Miss Sharon]

You weave a compelling story...and do it with style.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sharon. I like my Texas poetry. It was my time for me to regain my mind again.

[Miss Sharon]

Well just keep writing so you don't lose it again! LOL Seriously...I have found many, many times that writing it out, whatever "it" is, is actually very therapeutic. So keep the ink flowing my friend! (Or electricity to feed the computer.) ~Sharon

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Amazing story here. I now understand how so many have come to feel that they
left their hearts in Texas. The healing touch of this story makes living worthwhile
as it inspires hope.

[Coyote Poetry]

Texas is a special place. Open road and people who like to dance and drink. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Pryde Foltz]

A enrapturing tale. Wonderful musical accompaniment.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde for reading and the comment. Music is my key motivation to write.

[Mai L Nissen]

Wow, the characters just appeared right in front of me. They felt so real... Well written! I did not want it to end just yet :)
"I have found the emotion that resembled love and I left broken glass of people with actions done without knowing." I love this phrasing... You kinda had me by then already. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story of the flawed, the in complete and the yearning for some release...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mai. I was station six years in Texas. Gave me opportunity to test life and have some fun. Now 4 journals of story slowly being rewritten.

[Mai L Nissen]

Sounds good! Looking forward to reading them :)

[Roshan Nair]

Nice write john...truly mesmerizing. Was wary on the length but then once it got going.. I was drawn in... It made me feel like it was a prose, a song, a video to a song or a million other things.You're writing skill is in glorious display in this one. cheers

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Roshan. I appreciate the positive comment.

[Geraldine]

Need we say more. This is beautifully penned, I was lost in my imagination while reading this. That was a really fun read. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Geraldine. I appreciate the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

A poet and a great story teller. You delve in great details and highlight the most important aspects...Brao, sir...:)...........

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I appreciate your visit and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).........

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

This is another sweet little story. At first, I though it was inspired by the Stevie Nicks song "Leather and Lace". In a way, I feel this story is a metaphor for successfully finding redemption with good intent, symbolized through a woman, with the reference to Purgatory Inn and the first, sad little paragraph.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. This is my Texas poetry. I have 5 notebooks of old story from this time. Some are my story and some were told to me.

[Ken Simm.]

Filmic and incredible. I know you have added your own but I am reminded of Somewhere down that Crazy River by Robbie Robertson.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken. I must research the song.