I followed you and you followed me..
I followed you and you followed me…
I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea, free-climb the California fault-line and she loved the drink. We talked for many months and at our daily breakfast after our morning Army physical training. I told her of my wild adventures. She would listen carefully and one morning. She asked me. You never ask me to go with you Johnnie. I want you to take me to Big Sur, San Francisco and the fault-line. I told her. Gail, I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. You are a California Winter storm and I need our morning meals and talks. She laughed at my words, and she told me. You must be brave Johnnie. If we don’t take, chances. We won’t know joy. When do we leave?
She painted life with long slender fingers and she wanted wild sea, flowing waterfalls and more free days. I love her magnificent dark brown eyes and the softness of her voice.
She told me often. We can make love or we can sleep. We can talk or know silence. We can dance or sit. We can laugh or we can cry. Maybe better to drink more and listen to the song of the sea.
She wanted the nudist beach of Big Sur with a desperate need. She was a North Dakota beauty with long legs, robust breasts and milky skin. I told her. I would write a love story on her beautiful body at Big Sur and she laughed. She told me. I wouldn’t expect less. I remember when we found the Big Sur beach. Her eyes became filled with tears and she kissed me. She whispered. This is the most place I ever seen.
I remembered her stripping down to bare ass and running toward the rough dancing water. I followed her to keep her safe. She danced with the wild sea and she came to me. I love you Johnnie and thank you for this day.
She laid on the beach towel, her arms and legs spread wide feeling the sea air on her wanting skin. I wrote on her lower stomach with delicate touch.
“You are what is beautiful, you are what is free. You are my sweetness, you are my best days. Dear love, please make this day last forever. You bless my eyes, you bless my mind. You are everything I need.”
She sat-up and she told be. Lay in my lap and I want my promises poetry. I laid in the softness her lap. I smelled a gentle perfume on her skin and I watched the movement of her breasts when she talked. I watched the movement of her wild eyes. She observed the rocky beach, the dancing sea and the nudist near. I told her. My beautiful Gail, you are my eternal beauty, I won’t forget. She laughed at my words and she told me. You and me are the same in spirit. We love to test life, drink the good tequila and cloth less days and nights. We love to enjoy life, seek the unknown and we need little.
Me and Gail, we roamed to San Francisco and Santa Cruz. We danced in the city that never sleeps, San Francisco. She loved Santa Cruz. I would read poetry in the night and we would find the good music late into the evening. We would drink the tequila deep into the night and dance with the Santa Cruz sea.
We found our safe haven at the California fault-line. She loved the hidden waterfalls. We would free-climbs for hours finding private and beautiful places. I still remember her, being bare-ass and the waterfall water falling upon her face and body. Her eyes closed and she was so damn happy.
I knew I was the fortunate one. She allowed me into her life. I loved being in her whirlwind of wonder, dreams and her mystery. I taught her wanderlust and she taught me to cherish every good day we can have. Today the old man told Lake St. Clair, I pray my wild and dancing girl is stilling wandering my world. Maybe one day with the moon above. We can shared a bottle of tequila and discuss the beauty of life, we had known.
Dancing Coyote