Just a slow dance..

Trying to create this morning.

Just a slow dance..

Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night wishing for a miracle. Miracles don’t happen, unless we pray and beg for more.

I went to the pay-phone and I called Peggy in Florida and she answered. I told her. Hello dear Peggy. It is so cold in Michigan and I do miss you. Do you miss me. 20 seconds of silence and she told me. Here in Palm Springs. Still warm in the day and it rains all night. And I do miss you. All I do is work and sometimes I remember us.

I told her. I left the war and I came home to Michigan. I am a stranger now. I can’t find my old friends and I drink too much. I have 30 days off till I report to Fort Hood, Texas. She held silence again and she told me. I have a large house near the Atlantic ocean and I would appreciate some company. I told her. give me your address and I will leave first thing in the morning dear Peggy. I will see you in two day. In a low voice, she told me. Dear Johnnie. I am not young no-more. I am not so pretty anymore. I told her. I am not so young no-more and I was never been pretty. she laughed.

I drove for two days and night and I arrived in Palm spring, Florida. I went her house and I waited outside. I remember. When we were babies. I chases her and when we became wore out. She chased me. We liked to play the game, of capture and release. She was a wild flower who wanted to expand and live. I couldn’t keep up. Then I gave up and I gave everything I owned away. Joined a war to escape and find some peace. I became the free-bird.

Peggy came to my truck. I watched her walking and she was still a natural beauty. She aged with grace. Low-cut blouse, short skirt and a smile of gold. She was still a Michigan miracle.

I left my car and she ran to me. She hugged me tightly and she told me. Soldier Johnnie. You are looking strong. I am so glad you could come to me. I need a friend, I need a kind voice. I told her. You are more beautiful than yesterday. Thank you for allowing me to stay with you. I love Palm Springs. She laughed and she kissed me soft than harder. She asked me. When must you leave? I told her. I have three weeks and I will do the three days drive to Fort Hood, Texas. She laughed and she told me. Johnnie and Texas. One hell of a combination.

Peggy cooked a large meal and we ate and talks about everything. I saw in her eyes. A heavy sadness. I told her. I wrote a poem about you dear Peggy. And I read the poem to her.

“Dear Peggy.

Once upon a kind dream, you and I.

We could know love.

Was it me or was it you?

Who fear the disappointment of love.

Was I running toward you or maybe you were running away from me?

Please my beautiful Peggy, please stay with me.

Please dance with me. Let’s create a place where we can know happiness.”

I saw in her eyes. A gathering of happiness and sadness. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. We won’t discuss anything serious today. I have four days off. I want us to drink, dance and walk the beaches. I need some good days to remember. Please Johnnie.

I understood and we went to her set-up bar in the living room. She had everything that could be drank. She poured herself a large whiskey and she poured me a glass too. She drank the whiskey quickly and she kissed me. She asked me. Can we drink a lot, can we talk less and I want to get naked. Open the patio window and for us to dance nude for the rainy night. I want you to make me believe. I am your only one.

I drank the whiskey slowly and dear Peggy drank till she released her clothing and she danced to some slow song. She was so beautiful. Strong legs, no stomach and her robust breast moving with the beat of the song. I took off my clothing and I went to her. I brought her close and I told her. You excite my heart, you excite my mind. I do adore you.

She released me and she open the patio doors. Was a easy rain and she went outside. I watched her dance alone and I knew. She was a piss-off hurricane and I was willing to join the great storm. Ana Popovic song came on. “Just a slow dance.”

I went to her and she whispered. Just a slow dance, we do own. Thief and liars, we have became. Can you see my real face anymore? Am I still pretty? Am I worth your time Johnnie?

I told her. I remember our every kiss, I remember your beauty and I remember you hunger to do everything and you wanted more. You wanted to live and we were too young to know. We had everything we needed sweet Peggy. She laughed at my words and she whispered to me. Kind and generous words will get you everywhere. Dear Johnnie. Thank you for being with me. I do appreciate.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[bettayetta]

Breathless! The salty slang adds a touch of innocence.
The years between these two have worn them both down to a tender acceptance of the past.
If we could have that acceptance early.
But experience is the only giver.
The story gave me goosebumps. Love Love!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Eternity. I appreciate the comment. Love takes two people needing the same thing. Hard to find.

[Aarti Sriram]

Well written and you leave us readers engulfed. Life is love. Thankyou for sharing . Enjoyed the emotional connect and free flowing love.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Aarti for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Marina]

I always admire the way you capture your memories of your romantic encounters right down to the finest detail; even to the song that was playing at the time. You always describe the women involved carefully to the point your readers can glimpse the kind of soul they are. It makes for fine story telling and puts the reader in the moment. A wonderful few days were obviously enjoyed and no doubt you gave her the love and care that she plainly needed at the time.

A beautiful encounter, well described. ❤️

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Marina. Dear Peggy. We tried three times and I learn. Women decide to be capture by love or afraid of love.

[Marie]

A very finely penned and narrated story of spending a wonderful time with dear Peggy while on leave. You have many beautiful memories of those who came into your life, dear J...So nice to look back on in later life and still smile and enjoy as you relive them again. A privilege to read! Thank you for kindly sharing, dear J... Lovely work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Peggy taught me. Some people love misery. They can not be saved dear Marie. Peggy liked her sadness. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Marie]

Yes, I discovered also, that some people are addicted to their misery and there's nothing that can be done to heal them, sadly, dear J... Wishing you a very lovely day and a very joyful, blessed and wonderful new week, dear friend...

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost two brother to the drink and the drugs. Need them over love and family. It is sad to watch friends and family members drink themselves to death. Good morning from Michigan my dear friend.

[Marie]

Life can be so very hard, dear J. It isn't easy at times, that's for sure. Thank you so v-e-r-y much for your kind greetings, dear J...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Marie.

[Marie]

Thank you, dear J...