The fray.. Lost and found..

The fray- Lost and found, dearest Luna – part three

I saw her in the valley and I followed her. She walked slowly in the fray. The sky was bright orange and her movement was like a dancer, dancing for the sun and the clouds. I kept my distance. She begin to walk quickly through a large wildflower field. She was barefoot and weaving to the song of nature. I saw her bare back and legs and I believed. She were clothing less and free.

We left the valley of the wildflowers and we wandered in a small quiet city. I saw no-one, I heard no sounds. She wandered into a blackest/purple building with one entrance. The door was blood red and a Devil faced handle. On the door written clearly was. “Beware of the Fray. You can enter but you cannot leave. I lost view of her in the lightly lite long hallway. I heard music and the hallways lights were flickering of purple and blue. I heard some Gypsy song and my body begin to move and wave with the music. I was lost and confused. I took small steps to a open entrance.

I entered the large door and I saw a large stage. The stage was blinking yellow and red lights and I barely could see a single chair on the stage. Many chairs surrounded the stage. The chairs were  blackest lounge chair, large and had places for some drinks. I sat in the chair closest to the stage. The floor of the stage, looked pinkest and like lace. The walls of the room, a lightest brown and I waited alone.

The music changed to the sound of the song “The backdoor man” by Morrison. “I am the backdoor man, I do what I can.” A shadow come out of the darkness and I saw her standing alone with your back to me. I saw her bare skin, auburn hair, bare shoulders, long back and full ass. My eyes wandered to her powerful legs and I watched the movement of her feet. she moved backward toward me. I needed to see her face and I needed to know who she was? What she was? She turned slowly and her eyes of darkest brown stared into my eyes. She wore only black tape on her nipples and black tape covering her vagina lips. She moved in a hypnotic dance of show and tale. Her body looked like mystery and story to be discovered. A place of long journey and the valley of the unknown.

I adored the whiteness of her skin and I wanted to touch, to taste the saltiness of her skin. I wanted my fingers to interlace my fingers with her soft hands. Her movement like a organized math problem and her breast weaved with the music. She turned around and her robust ass, moved and grooved with Jim Morrison words. The stage was rotating different colors of yellow, green and red. I watched her feet move. They were well groomed and beautiful. I didn’t realize, she was getting closer to me till I could smell her perfume of the wildflowers. I looked up and she whispered to me. The fray can be kind, the fray can be cold. The had everything and more. 

She climbed on my chair, Her soft feet on touching me and her body was moving slow and easy. The smell of her skin overtook me and she rubbed her body against me. Her stomach touched my face and I kissed her tender skin. I kissed her knees and I told her. I am your, forever more. She quit dancing and she straddled me with her legs. She wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her face, her shoulders and her neck. My graceful hands rolled through her hair and into her back. I held her ass tightly. I asked her. Do you love me Luna? Are we myth and tale? Are we just drunk on the strongest cognac? Are you my lover? Are you my killer?

Her eyes turned coffee brown and she whispered. The fray, the fray. Where love is born, where love can die. Love can be awaken and love can fall into deep sleep. Where people give everything away, where we can die. Remember Johnnie, you can enter the fray, you cannot ever leave her. Please Johnnie, whisper a poem to me. The darkest poem so I can see. He kissed her neck and he put his face into her breast. He whispered to her yearning ear.

“Dearest Luna, dearest Luna.

You taste like the sweetest ambrosia.

Beautiful Luna of my darkest dreams,

you are my nectar, the sweetest wine.

Please show me your face,

please sing the songs of yesterday,

please show me everything the darkest night is.

Make me feel so damn alive and I won’t fear death.

I love you honey, baby, sweetie.

Please stay with me till the end of days.

I love you, I love you dear Luna.

You are my fray.” 

She caressed my face, she brought her body closer. Her legs tighten up and her arms embraced me tighter. She gave me long warm kisses and she told him. I accept your words, you made me believe. The fray. Our home, our darkest place.

Dancing Coyote