A song of forever… And a beautiful Elle King song.
A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy gal love.
She hated the songs of yesterday. She wanted new songs, new cities and to suicide board the Winter California endless sea.
She was the dreamer, the wild child who loved 5am walks on the beach and the strong black coffee.
She told me. I love the poets. They love to borrow and steal kisses. They love forbidden dance and the whiskey. They want to live, to write. She befriended me in early Winter. She joined me in the dance with the sea. She came to me when I was burning some sage and praying to the goddess of the sea. We suicided boarded the January Pacific storms,
She painted people faces on the Monterey pier for her income. I would buy her coffee and some sweets. She would ask me. You bring me fresh flowers to plant in my garden, you bring my favorite. The Black Velvet whiskey to drink at midnight and you promise me nothing. You accept my Gypsy soul and you are always kind to me. Even when I am crazy and angry. I love my 3 am massage and with you. I feel safe. Do you need me Johnnie? Do you need more?
I told her. We drink the Black Velvet and we get bare-ass and we dance to the ancient songs. I love your kisses, the softness of your skin against me. And I know.
You are my beautiful Gypsy gal. I know you need to feel free and wild. I adore this in you. I appreciate the gift of you to me. We, who love open sea, the free-road and soft kisses. We gather rarely. I appreciate you, I do love you. She smiled and she whispered. Thank you Johnnie, I love you too..
Dancing Coyote