What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer. Part three

May poetry number fifteen.

                        What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer. Part three.

I arrived in Clinton, Michigan around twelve pm. I haven't seen Jennifer since April 1987. The year 1991 is almost over and I wondered. Is three strikes, you are out. Can be true? I will learn soon.

She lived in a small apartment complex and I went to her door. I knocked softly and she opened the door. She stood with kind eyes upon me in a long t-sheet. Allowing me to see her long beautiful legs. Her hair still ginger-red and her smile. The prettiest thing, I ever seen. She told me. Johnnie, mighty cold outside. Please come in.

I walked into her home and she embraced me. She kissed my forehead and my lips. She took me to her love seat and she put her long legs across me and she told me. Please Johnnie, tell me of your adventures. I have a baby girl name Tiffany and I go to school. I am on break till early January. I was almost married. I loved him and he didn't love me, but I have a beautiful two year baby. I am sorry Johnnie. I did the same to you once. 

I caressed her legs, I caressed her feet and I told her. Love is never fair. Love need two people in the same place, wanting the same things. Rarely can happen dear Jennifer and you are more beautiful than when you came to me in the Winter 1987. She laughed at my words and she asked me. Did you find your answers in war, did you find your peace of mind? I told her. I learn life is more than us. We must enjoy every new day. Find something to make you smile. This was a easy war dear Jennifer.

She looked sad and she whispered. I don't know Johnnie. Maybe we suppose to become colder and accept less? I told her. I remember you. You designed your own dresses and you were so damn brave. You wanted to feel everything. That is okay dear Jennifer. In our youth, we love gin, sin and the dance of the flesh. She turned around and I held her tightly. I kissed her neck and her ear. I sang to her.

"I have sweet dreams to remember. I have sweet dreams to take me you. You are the prettiest flower in the field and I adore you when you are sassy, I adore you when you loud and I adore you when you are wild. My pretty flower, let's make no promises and allow me to steal a million kisses. Sometime love is so sweet, sometimes love so damn dangerous. I want to be drunk in love with you, again."

She laughed at song and she whispered. It is late, almost 4 am, we been talking since 1am and baby Tiffany will want my attention in the morning. Do you want to stay or go? I do need a friend to hold me tightly. Johnnie, I believe I am colder and older. If you leave. I would understand.

I kissed her neck and I told her. I would like to stay, if you want me to. She took me to her bedroom, took off her t-shirt and she waiting for me under the warm blanket. I took off my clothing to my boxing shorts and I joined her in the warm bed. She kissed me for few minutes and I held her tightly. She asked me. Are we foolish or are we brave? I told her both. I caressed her face softly and with a quiet voice. I whispered to her.

"Drink till you cannot, love till you cannot and dance till the songs can't be heard no-more. A jolly man sings to the moon. He sings a song of kisses from pretty ladies and the sea."

She fell asleep and I knew. Some wishes cannot come true. Jennifer was dandelion wish, a lady of the even-song of the dead poets.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.