Dancing with the devil on a Friday night.

September poetry number ten.

Dancing with the Devil, on a Friday night.

You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will kill you. Kisses can be so damn sweet and turn to vinegar in the midnight hours. We, who love the drink, we, who love the dancing and we, who love the sea. We want everything and we want nothing.

We can dance with the Devil at midnight and the damn Devil will show us secret tattoos to haunt our memories forever. I told my gorgeous Texas gal. Your kisses taste like cinnamon and rum. You will not be my last sin and you make me believe. I ain't dead yet.

She smiled and she whispered. The paradox of life is fair. You will lose more than you shall win. You will out-live the people you loved and one day. You will add-up your sin, hoping you have sin less than the good deeds done. Hush dear Johnnie, allow us to find the place where we be bare naked, honest and show our dirty needs. I want rawness and hardness. Skin against skin, mouth against mouth and allow the silence of the 3 am hour. For us to swim in the ecstasy of this second. He, who wait. He won't get nothing.

I brought her closer and I kissed and tasted the salt on her neck and her ear. I told her. If the walls of this dance hall could speak. What would the walls tell us? I believe, the walls would whisper to us. Dance more, love more and drink more. You can't stop death, old age will steal everything from us. We must seek wonder and mystery. And dear Amanda. You are my Winter storm and the free road. You love the taste of the kiss and you love the free road. We are soulmate on the highway to hell.

She took my hands and she kissed them. She told me. Let's make tonight, our best and we can want more tomorrow. Wild horses we must become. Leave the devil behind and let's find the Texas sea. Love and dance till we can't no-more.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kaye]

The paradox of life is fair. You will lose more than you shall win. You will out-live the people you loved and one day. You will add-up your sin, hoping you have sin less than the good deeds done.

I love this part of your write, this is really good, enjoyed this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kaye. I got old and the paradox of life had taught me. A new day, more opportunity to do great things. Thank you dear poet for reading and the comment.