A dance with death….

A dance with Death.

      (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways.
        Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman
         change my direction. Spirits with wise advice do warn us that we
         control our destiny. I’m a historian and believe if we open our hearts
         and mind. We can have a good life. Death is always close. Must forgive the sins
         against you and your sins done in our life. A wise man/woman learn to move
         on and is thankful for one more day to celebrate being alive.) 

I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern. Drinking shots of whiskey and a lot of beer. Wishing to be somewhere else. I was trying to erase my memory and remembering a dead place in time.

I learn too late. No cure for a beautiful face. Hard to erase desire to feel and hold a woman that is gone.

I knew I made the fatal decision when I allowed her into my home. Her beautiful face and tight black dress enticed my hunger to dance in the lust and passion of her desire to be held and used. Trying to satisfy a hunger that increases with every touch.

She came to me with grief and tears. I consoled her and manifested a illogical elicit, a dream we could co-habit a space and a time.

In the mist of passion and desire. Our two heart entwined in the discovery of the secrets only known to the lights of the burning candles of the midnight hours.

Sweet words of Leonard Cohen plays behind us. I spoke words of love and she spoke works of thankfulness.

Sweet kisses escalated my hunger to discover every hidden secret of her perfect body. 

Her angelic smile and breathtaking beauty condemned me to wish for her every second we were apart. She departed my life on a cold winter morning. I fell into the pit of loneliness. Finding peace in long Island ice teas, jazz songs and new cities.

The deprave desire of love. Was extinguish. My Immune heart and mind  try not  to ascend
to the mirage of loving again.

A beautiful dark eyes woman sat next to me. I asked. Did you want a drink? $2.00 till 9 pm for the Long Islands. They are might strong and they make me smile. She gave me a smile. She told me. I’m the caretaker of death and she asked me to dance?

We went to the dance floor and we did the Texas two step. Hank William Jr. is singing. “Why do we drink. Why do we smoke. It is family tradition”

I held her close. Her body was warm and she create chills and fear with her words. She whispered in my ear. Your spirit has eroded to cheap whiskey and bad woman. You are black in aura. You are contaminated in sin and self-pity. I will come for you soon. If you don’t change your ways. Your afflictions will kill you if you don’t change your road and dreams. You abandon and deprived yourself from human contact except
in the thieve of flesh in the dark motel rooms. Where drunken passion and lust can live only. Sometime being a condemn man leave you safe and alone. The barren soul forfeit laughter and opportunity to be alive.

The songs stop. Her eyes were searching my eyes. I felt weak and afraid. I asked is it too late for me? She smiled and she told me. Hell is full of disappointed souls damn to swim in shit forever. Leave the booze and disappointment here in the back of this tavern. Live life like this is your last day to be alive.

She gave me a crystal and she told me. Put this in your power bag. May keep you safe. She kissed my forehead and my lips. She Walked away quickly to the exit.

I tried to thank her and I followed her. I went outside the bar and she evaporated into the night. I found only the peace and quiet of the  hot Summer Texas night.

I drink less and I’m thankful for the warning. Death sometime does make house calls. Life is to be celebrated. Pain and pleasure are the memories and building blocks to make us wiser and kinder.

             Coyote
        8 Aug 1994