Pretty Peggy..

Pretty Peggy…

Once I chased you and all I wanted was a kiss, a dance. I told you often, you were the most beautiful girl in my world. We tried to find love three times. We had your parent bed where we learn need and lust. We had Ann Arbor, where you came to me, needing kindness and tender touch. We had Florida, where we tried to touch a dream that couldn’t be. I did love you and love wasn’t enough my dear Peggy.

I left her on a rainy Florida morning in 1994. I knew, I would never see her again, as lovers. I didn’t cry, I did pray. Beautiful Peggy, please come alive again. Sleeping heart will die alone.

I found her in the year 2000 in Palm Springs. Hugging a whiskey like your last lover. I went to her and I saw deep sorrow in her eyes and she whispered. Where you been Johnnie? I have became older and colder. Did you come to save me or did you come to say our final goodbye?

I embraced her tightly and I told her. Pretty Peggy, you are still looking good. Are you alright? She laughed at my words and she told me. I am sorry Johnnie. I know you loved me and you drove 2000 miles to hold me in 1994. You bought me a wedding ring and I ran from you. Now those kind memories are all I have. 

I kissed her face and I told her. Please dear Peggy, you need to drink less, love more. You ain’t done yet. We must fall down to be able to get up. Find places you love, find someone, who will adore you. I do remember my wild girl who love to dance bare-ass for me, laugh at life misery. I remember holding you tightly and telling you. You are my world.

Peggy drank her whiskey and she looked at me. She told me. Love wasn’t my bounty, love wasn’t enough. We held passion and bliss once, didn’t we? Now I see you are looking strong, the Army life was good for you. I am wore and torn Johnnie. I lost direction.

I kissed her lips and I told her. I am at Fort Steward now. I found a kind woman and I drink no-more. We must decide to seek the good road. I remember you. You were the prettiest and wild girl, I ever known. This girl is inside you still. The whiskey will kill you, loneliness will drown you. Please dear Peggy. Find the place where you knew joy and happiness.

She smiled, held my hands. She whispered. Some people cannot be saved. We are shipwrecked and alone. Don’t worry Johnnie. I have danced the Devil’s dance and I will accept my place. 

I left her holding another whiskey and I prays to the rising moon. Please lord of life and death. Be kind to my pretty Peggy.

Dancing Coyote