Hot Damn

Just some new words.

                                 Hot damn

Prettiest woman in the dance hall,

looked at me and shared her enticing smile.

I inventoried her long legs and her tight black dress.

She was a wild orchid in the smoked filled bar.

Her face, gentle and so sweet, made me wish for the dance of the gin  and the sin.

She was ambrosia in the mist of the whiskey and the chaos. 

I knew she was folly and careless angel.

When you kiss a siren, when you want a siren,

no way back to safety,

no way back to sanity.

She was walking toward me,

her long ginger hair moving with her hips, legs and shoulders.

I loved her demanding coffee brown eyes and her sweet smile.

She touched my shoulder and she whispered.

A soldier drinking alone, Austin city, biggest sin.

Dark is the night and when we seek the whiskey only.

We can't know sacred night where we can know,

laughter and good song, bravely.

I told her, she was a treasure, a soldier dream.

Some dreams will break your heart.

She gave me a Devilish smile and her eyes surveyed my face.

She whispered.

"Dark is the night.

We can lay bare, our soul to the moon and the stars.

We can show false face and steal what we can.

Maybe we are just dancers on the quicksand,

moving and grooving to the moon song,

hoping for a taste of elixir of the sweetest kiss.

Pretty lies are still lies and I promise you,

a fond memory and maybe a second dance."

I reached our my hand and I told her my name is Johnnie.

She embraced me and she whispered. You can call me love,

darling and sweetheart my dear Soldiers. She kissed my forehead,

my face-cheeks and a soft kiss to my lips.

She asked, can you Texas two-step Johnnie?

I told her, yes and we roamed to the dance floor.

She held me closely and I smell her perfume of the wild flowers.

I told her. Thank you for the dance and the conversation.

You make me smile.

She laid her head into my shoulder and she whispered.

I am smiling too.

                          Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

You painted quite the scene, one I wish I could put myself in. It's a beautiful piece. To truly capture a moment is an impressive feat, a skill which belongs perhaps only to the poet.

As an esteemed colleague, I would suggest that the first comma in the 6th stanza is off-putting.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the help. I will to publish a book of stories and of poetry in January. I need to work on my edit. I appreciate the comment.

[Patricia]

I was totally drawn in like a steamy dreamy memory and I especially loved the seventh stanza. This is wonderful!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Patricia for reading and the comment. I like my Texas poetry, the best.

[Ruth]

I think you have a vast experience with life and have a lot of memories and visions to enrich days since then...as always Coyote, told with heartfelt sentiments and visuals that render the reader moved once again :)

[Coyote Poetry]

-Thank you dear Ruth for reading and the comment. In my lifetime. I knew more strong women than weak. If a woman want to make you smile. She can.

[iliOZ]

i think you may have found the only lone-star that evening.
good thing, you can reminisce after all these years even in the mist of whiskey

loved it Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved Texas. I loved highway one. I was station seven years at Fort Hood. They were some good days. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Love the line "She was a wild orchid in the smoked filled bar". Another scene of 'romance' described nicely as you develop that atmosphere mixing the intoxication of whiskey with sensuality.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello John and thank you for reading. I need a few months in Austin.