DISEASE
Two strangers sat together.
Discussing things that
didn't matter.
The woman looked at the man.
Told him.
"I was once
a beauty once.
Men begged for my attention."
He whispered.
"Beauty is one
less burden.
For I can see what you really have become.
You have nothing
to hide now.
You became what you truly are."
He smiled. Kissed her forehead.
Told her.
"Laughter
and good drinks were the answer now."
She smiled and told him..
"You are
ugly with hate.
A sad end for a man.
Who held so many dreams."
He
looked into the mirror.
He saw a old and tire man.
Told her.
"Dreams are what the children hold
on to."
" It comes a time.
When you realize.
We are all greedy
b******s wanting too much.
Too little."
She looked away.
He try to
explain his disease isn't so special.
"It is many ways to died.
I have
chosen my way to finish my journey."
She asked him to come home with
her.
He thanks her for the kind offer.
Her eyes.
Full of
anger.
Would not except his excuse for not desiring her.
Her
voice.
Changed to a softer tone.
Like a Doctor finding a new
disease.
She wondered how any man could not desire her?
She licked
her lips.
Told him.
"I could teach you to hunger again?
Make you want to swim in the heat of the warm flesh."
He gave
her a hug.
Whispered into her ear.
"I danced in the turmoil of the flesh so
often.
I don't desire to feel the hunger to enter
into the game of the
flesh anymore."
He kissed her lips and her forehead.
His hand felt the softness
of red hair.
Her eyes are shining now.
Still trying to figure a way
to break down
the wall of safety.
She whispered and brought him closer
to her body. Told him.
"I will make you yearn for me.
Men are but fool's wanting
for a purpose."
He smiled.
Told her. "In time we all become the master
or the slave.
Looking for someone to pray to or become the servant.
A screw-up game of give just enough."
Love has become the most worthless
of the four letters words.
She asked him to go home with her again..
He lifted his drink to her.
Told her. "You are still young and may have a
chance?
Honey.
Walk away from this bar.
Only the walking dead are
waiting for death.
Are here."
She kissed his face many times.
Young woman with
so many scars.
Whispered. "I love you old Poet."
He watch her walk
away.
He does a silence prayer.
He prayed for her to be
Ok.
"Don't end up twisted up and have no place to be.
But the darkness and loneliness of bars and taverns.
Coyote
1988