The desperate kiss and Helene Fischer/Tom Jones song.
Old man last wish, old man first wish. She tattoos his memory in the Summer of 1996. Was the finest gal he ever seen. She made the sleeping man come alive. She made him attempt to fall into her sweet voice and endearing eyes. She breathe sexual dance and unkept desire. He knew, she was a wild storm and he was just a beggar at her feet.
She asked him in the Summer of 1996 in Austin, Texas. What do I make you feel dark poet? I told her. “Hot damn”, you make me crazy. When I see you. I feel the heat, I feel the radiant of a active volcano.
She laughed my words and she told me. Dear poet. Make me believe you. Write me some words to make me forever and more? I wrote to my journal.
“Liz, Lizzy, beautiful Elizabeth. Take me, make me. Please make me believe. You love me. I adore the wildness in your eyes, the movement of your hips to the Jazzy song. I want to kiss your tattoo on your inner thigh and I want to trace my fingers on the rose bush from your upper back to your tender calves. I want you to tell me lies. Tell me, I am the only one you adore. You my ancient beauty who love the free man. You are the siren. Who will steal everything and leave you bare, wanting more. Please open the door and bade me welcome. I will accept the payment.”
She read the poem and she smiled. She asked me. I could be muse, maybe siren? Both will steal everything from you. Brave men, like you. You believe you can tame the sea, control the wind. You can’t dear poet. Some woman are alone because we love the sea, the drink and we hate the sameness. I shall give you a midnight dance and please Johnnie. Don’t fall in love with a wisp and a dream.
Today in the Fall of my life. I am in Austin, Texas. I came to the old city and I went to the river. I tossed a coin into the moving river and I told the sun. I need a old memory, please. I went to the Jazz club on main street and I drank the whiskey, waiting for no-one.
At midnight. I saw her. A dark hair beauty with eyes of gold and her body moved with the sound of the jazz song. I watched her dance and she saw me. She came to me and she whispered. Dear treasure, you got old and I did too. Do you remember me? I told her. Liz, Lizzie, dear Elizabeth. I remember you, every second memory. Do you remember me? She smiled and she brought me to the dance floor. She embraced me tightly and she told me. Once you adored me and you make me smile. We had the Summer and Fall of 1996. We were nuts, maybe crazy? I remember us doing the peyote and you watched me dance bare-ass in the Texas desert. Are you here to say goodbye? Or hello?
I told her. I remember you, I remember us. You made me come alive, you made me see the real needs of life. Liz, Lizzie, dear Elizabeth. The parable of life is fair. We will learn joy, we will learn passion and we must die. I made a wish for you near the Austin, River. You are so beautiful my dear Liz. Please allow me to stay with you awhile. You were my last wish I need.
She smiled and she laughed. She told me. I am not so brave no-more, not so wild no-more. Maybe my Dancing Coyote, we need some peyote nights? More Jazz songs and maybe you can teach me to be wild again? Time, the thief of youth had made me seek solitude, loneliness. You are the same. A lion, eyes bright and seeking danger. I need someone to take me to the sea. I need someone to take me to New Orleans. I want to feel alive again, dance in the streets of New Orleans wild and crazy again. Could you, would you?
I told her. I am here to say hello and I am brave now. I will not allow you to escape my life this time, if you allow me to, dear Elizabeth. I will stay with you till the end of time.
She smiled, kissed me once, she kissed me twice. She whispered, you told me once. A John Donne quote. “We don’t find love, love will find us.” Do you believe love can find us?
I told her. Love is for the lucky, maybe my Liz, my Lizzie, my Elizabeth. We can be the lucky one’s.
Dancing Coyote