Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm..
The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly that could not be owned.
I wrote to notebook. “Maria, Maria, my dearest Maria. Let’s play hide and see, lets play a wicked game where we can win. When you move to and fro with the song, you steal my mind and you make my sleepy world come alive. You have cursed me with the desire to kiss your lips, hold you so close, look into those eyes of magic when the songs are good. I would tell you, I love you. But I know. Love is a melancholy song to you. You want dangerous sea, wild nights and the poet’s song. You would tell me. I told you my love, love is too heavy, joy and happiness is light. Please Johnnie, make me smile and dance with me near the Pacific. I want long night, the Monterey bay and to hold you close. I told her. Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. Please dance with me, please make me feel. I am alive.”
I feel arms wrapping around me. I hear a whisper. Brave poet, are you afraid to dance with me? The song is sweet and I need to feel your body against me. Let’s fall into the music and let’s us find places where we are free to dream, to feel passion and I promise to make you know. Life is song, skin against skin and dancing crazy. Inside you, inside me, we must find the secret places where the wild heart can breathe. Where we can show true face and speak true words. Please make me feel that I am the only one you want and need.
I turn and I faced her. My hands free-falling through her flowing hair and I fell into her majesty eyes. I told her. I had a dream dear Maria. A lovely dream. I was in your eyes and you wanted me. You have besiege my heart and I need you too. Please lovely Maria. Dance with me, hold me close and make this night never ending. You are my first wish and my last wish my wild Maria, my dancing Maria. You are my storm, I need.
Coyote