Love is a cruel mistress.

Love is a cruel mistress…

You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me.

Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight.

I am feeling lonely, I need to dance and I need some whisky kisses.

Please soldier boy, your Texas girl need to know,

she is still alive.

I told her, dear Michele, loveliest gal in Texas.

You are wild storm, you are a wild child.

I don’t know if I can learn to need you again.

My old heart is heavy with regret and

you love to steal kisses and run.

You have taught me.

Love is a cruel mistress.

I know you can’t hold the wind and

a Texas tornado cannot know love.

She held silence for a moment and she whispered.

Johnnie, you and I.

Just thieves in the night and please come to me.

I need some days and nights near the sea and the kindness of a friend.

We met at the jazz club in the Spring and I remember you told me.

Don’t fall in love, love is a cold mistress.

The skin always want and need more and more.

Please remember you promised to make me smile.

I want to smile again.

I told her. Beautiful Michele, my lovely poet, my Texas rose.

I will see you at twelve midnight and I will bring the Gentleman Jack.

We will dance till closing time, we will share whiskey kisses and

we won’t make promises we can brake.

She laughed and she whispered. I will wear my blue dress and

my dancing shoes. Thank you dear Johnnie.

I hung the phone up and I told the silence.

Love be damned, love be sweet.

Beautiful Michele, I will come to you with hopeful heart.

Knowing you are the Austin hurricane who need to touch

and feel the burn of life. 

Dancing Coyote