Slow dance and a beautiful Ana Popovic song.

Slow dance….

Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I remember you and once we got drunk on whiskey kisses and we told the world to leave us be. Now we are strangers seeking loneliness.

I went to her. I told her. Delia, Delia. You are looking so good tonight. Can we dance tonight? She smiled and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. You want just another slow dance. I know when the Coyote is hunting. You would kiss my neck, you would kiss my ear and you will make promises, you cannot keep. You love the liar’s prayer. You want me, your Raven to seek the river, the free forest and run freely in the madness of love. Johnnie, maybe we cannot?

I held her waist tightly and we moved with the jazz and I told her. I wrote your name into my journal a thousand times and I knew. If I saw your face. It would not make my memory of you, less. If I danced with you, felt your hips against me. I would pray for a thousand more nights with you. You are my first wish and my last wish dear Delia.

She laughed at my words and she turned. Kissed me hard and she whispered. Damn whiskey, damns songs and the damn poet. Making angry woman feel hope. Are you going to break my heart?

He kissed her back and he whispered. I promise to stay as long as you need me. Johnnie had learn. You are the sweetest kisses, kindest words and something I do miss. I won’t leave you dear Delia.

She laid her head into my chest and she whispered. Will you follow me or will I follow you? I told her. I will follow you home my love.

Coyote