Slow dance.

April poetry number thirty.

                               Slow dance....

Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I remember you and once we got drunk on whiskey kisses and we told the world to leave us be. Now we are strangers seeking loneliness.

I went to her. I told her. Delia, Delia. You are looking so good tonight. Can we dance tonight? She smiled and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. You want just another slow dance. I know when the Coyote is hunting. You would kiss my neck, you would kiss my ear and you will make promises, you cannot keep. You love the liar's prayer. You want me, your Raven to seek the river, the free forest and run freely in the madness of love. Johnnie, maybe we cannot?

I held her waist tightly and we moved with the jazz and I told her. I wrote your name into my journal a thousand times and I knew. If I saw your face. It would not make my memory of you, less. If I danced with you, felt your hips against me. I would pray for a thousand more nights with you. You are my first wish and my last wish dear Delia.

She laughed at my words and she turned. Kissed me hard and she whispered. Damn whiskey, damns songs and the damn poet. Making angry woman feel hope. Are you going to break my heart?

He kissed her back and he whispered. I promise to stay as long as you need me. Johnnie had learn. You are the sweetest kisses, kindest words and something I do miss. I won't leave you dear Delia.

She laid her head into my chest and she whispered. Will you follow me or will I follow you? I told her. I will follow you home my love.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

She laughed at my words and she turned. Kissed me hard and she whispered. Damn whiskey, damns songs and the damn poet. Making angry woman feel hope. Are you going to break my heart?

Oh how I loved this part, This is a wonderful write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I still love the jazz.

[duff]

I enjoy how you conveyed so many different emotions. You can feel the highs and lows of love.
"whiskey kisses"
I like that because you never know where you're headed with whiskey. Out of the box thinking. A most enjoyable read.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree duff. Those whiskey nights can lead us into trouble. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[duff]

You are very welcome

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

" You love the liar's prayer" that line is a poem unto itself. In me a conjures memories of the lies I told for love. Wonderful work CP, as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Carlos. The liar's prayer. We do say often in a wild life. Thank you for reading and the comment.