The Island. Chapter ten.

Dreams become life and life become dreams.

The Island- Chapter 10

Delia held the embrace and I felt safe in her arms. She released me and she touched my face. She told me. You will touch soil on every continent. You will befriend many. You will be many people and one day. You will find your proper place. Life can be hell and life can be sweet. The gun, the rope or the pills are the final dance. You must learn to dance on s**t and smile. Hope tomorrow the world can smell better. I laughed at her words. She kissed my face and she whispered. Be brave. I heard voices and Nicole and Lana told us. It is very late and time for our goodbyes. I joined the group and everyone was joyous. The good ambrosia wine and the bathtub gin make everyone feel cozy and loud. I greeted each person and we hugged each other. Jerzy whispered to me. Tomorrow night. A rare visit from a California song bird name Alisa Fineman. Come to my home early and we can talk and you can help me carry the wine. He smiled and he told me. I will be at your house at 7pm. He tapped my back and he told me. We need a good day Johnnie. Your last day with us for awhile. We must ensure it is a wonderful day and night.

 Nicole held my right hand and Lana held my left hand. They were weaving and dancing. We walked slowly to his cottage and Nicole sang to the night.

“Lovely moon,

do you hear the mockingbird song?

Lovely stars,

can you hear the whispers of the big lake?

Secret songs for the blessed to know.

We are just Gypsies souls dancing upon the earth,

just people seeking some joy, a place of peace.

Lovely moon,

Do not forget me.”

I told her. You have a voice of a angel. Lana laughed at my words and she told me. Rumors had it. Nicole was a siren once. They all laughed and they went to lake Superior. Lana and Nicole released his hands and they tossed off their shoes. They danced with the lively water of Lake Superior. I tossed off my shoes and I went to them. I joined them. We danced till their feet needed to be warm and Nicole told me. A busy day tomorrow Johnnie. We must rest and we must wake-up early. Lana demand your appearance at 9am. Never make a goddess wait, ever.

Lana went to her cottage and Nicole dragged me to my cottage. She told me, wash-up and I will prepare our bed. I brushed my teeth and he washed my face. I  told the face in the mirror. Maybe I am dead already? I was so damn tire and if this is a dream. I need this dream to last forever. I heard Nicole whispered. You ain’t dead yet. I won’t allow you to die tonight. I went to the bedroom Nicole had lite many candles. The candles smell of wildflowers and lavender. She stood in my cotton white t-sheet only and she held a lotion. She told him. My special lotion, made from the free rosemary. In my home of Greece, a massage is the reward for a good day and good company. The massage must be gentle and enticing. Both of us must know the pleasure and the tenderness of the kindness of the hands, the fingers. Real passion must be arose and be a blessing. Love and kindness given need to be slow and easy. Do I  go first Johnnie?

I told her. My greatest wish would be to massage your tender skin dear Nicole. I will go first, if you allow. She smiled and she released the t-shirt. He adored her face, the womanly curves and her smile. She asked. Back or chest first? I told her, her back first. She reached over and she turned on a cassette recorder. The song of Gypsy violin was released and she laid down on the soft bed. I released my pant and I took off his shirt. Tossed off his socks and I went to her. She looked up and she told me. Keep them boxers on. Remember a massage for a massage.

I started with her feet, rolling my hands over tanned legs and I moved each toes with softness, rotating each one softly. I loved her strong legs, her butt and back. A tattoo of a rose. Rolling from calf to upper back. I massaged her slow and hard. Ensuring to move away the tightness of life from her. She held silence and smiled. I loved the her womanly body and I teased her. Moving slowly to her butt and her back. I spend time on her upper legs. My dancing fingers felt the energy of her body and she moved her hips in pleasure. I massage her shoulders long and softly and I moved to her hair and her neck. I rolled his fingers through her hair and put pressure on her neck. Gently stealing away the stress of life burden from her. I asked her to change position. She turned around and her eyes were soft and dancing. She whispered. You have the hands of a God. I told her, I love the curves of your body and  you are my ambrosia. This is my greatest dream I ever had. She rose-up and she kissed me. This is no dreams. Just us seeking some peace and calm in a hard and wild life. I started with her feet, rotating each foot and caressing her calves. Moving slowly to upper leg and stomach. I wanted to touch her breast since she ate topless in the morning. He caressed her upper body, slowly and she didn’t care. She didn’t complain and she forced my face to her face. She kissed him deeply and sweetly.

She smiled and she whispered. It is my turn Johnnie. She was a wonder and a miracle. She worked my legs and his back. Her gentle hands torn away old pain and her hand danced upon my skin with skill and authority. She moved her hands seeking hidden skin and hidden pain. She asked me to roll over and I turned. Her eyes were wild and so damn beautiful. I  told her. Why are you so kind to me? She smiled and she laughed. I see Johnnie liked my massage. Your soldier standing tall and brave. She massaged my legs and my chest. She teased me with her warm hips against my groin area. She moved slowly and easy. She rested her nude body against my body and she whispered. This is what passion should be. We need to be kind to each other. The body does need and want. But we need to tempt the heart first. She rotated her hips and my penis fell into the warmth of her vagina. She moved slow and easy, than hard and demanding. Last things I remembered was her warm kisses. I  awoke with the sun rising. Nicole body was still connected to me. I caressed her back and she whispered. It is too early for me. Please allow me to sleep some more. I kissed her many times and pushed her off me gently. I covered her-up with the soft blankets and I got dressed. I looked at lake Superior and I saw a man sitting near the big water.

I went to the man and it was Nick. I know he was Nick Drake. The singer who overdosed in the late sixties and somehow he landed on the Island. I told him, good morning Nick. You can’t sleep either? Nick turned to me and he told me. I wanted to talk to you yesterday. I liked your face and you didn’t ask dumb questions. The girls are greedy. Mush prettier than me and I wanted us to talk. I don’t sleep much either. I am one of the new people at the Island. Rarely the Island allow a stranger to touch her soil. Idyllic is a miracle. Luna found me laying in my piss and s**t. She held me  and she sang to me. She asked me. Do I want hell or a better place? I told her. The better place. Celeste and Isabella adopted me. We share a cottage. They are wonders and they are miracles. I quit singing for awhile and the girls. Made me smile and sing again. Nick handed me my 32 pistol. He whispered. The gun, man-made to kill and murder. I want us to destroy the gun Johnnie. For me and for you. I never told death, f**k-off yet. I have this need. Maybe I can help you and you can help me? I smiled at Nick and I asked him. How we going to destroy the gun, Nick? He reached for a large hammer on the grass and he smiled. He told me. We will beat the s**t out it. I need to release some anger and you will toss the dead metal into lake Superior. I  agreed. Nick took the 32 pistol, he rested the gun on a large rock. He beat the gun till you didn’t know. It was a gun. The noise awoke Nicole. She watched from a distance us two crazy folks. She was wearing the white t-sheet, showing concern. Nick hugged me and he told me. One day, you will return and we can play chess and we can talk forever. You can write new song for me. We will be good friends. I look forward to this day. I must go, I know you must eat and Lana expect you at nine pm. I will see you tonight. My sweetie, Alisa Fineman is singing. I watched him walk away and I looked at the lake Superior. I told the big water. My mind had turn to madness kind lake.

        Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.