Sway….
Sway…
The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved and swayed with the songs. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s prayer and wish to the waiting poet. He watched her. Her black dress cut down to her knees allowing his eyes to see perfect legs wrapped in the lace and silk. She danced shoeless and alone. Swaying with the song and her eyes closed.
The Poet craved to join her in the dance but he understood. Women, are uncertain in their need and wants. Better to allow the free butterfly to come to you if she desire.
The song is done and she looked at the waiting poet. Her river blue eyes are dangerous and wonderful. She walked to him and she asked. Johnnie, are we drunk because of the whiskey or me?
Wise Poet told her. I’m drunk in love. You stole my will, you took my mind and my heart. You are my wild sea and my timeless love. She smiled and she embraced me. She whispered.
Time for us to wander. Some wine, some wandering and you and I. By the sea.
Johnnie/Coyote
Lovely!
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Thank you my friend. Good to dance often and enjoy life.
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Your writing always inspires me, what with its beautiful intricacy to the wordings. 🙂
I’m always taken to a hideout of emotion, that could be a cigar bar or nightclub with one lovelorn songstress at the piano who whispers her remembered notes through red lips.
And, indeed… a woman is all that, and much more.
There are too many words to write of her, with never enough time to convey everything.
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You have time now. The writer’s wealth. memories and thank you for reading and the comment.
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