Midnight seduction

Just words

                           

                                   Midnight seduction


I'm sitting alone in the darkness of the tavern in Austin, Texas and I saw her.
Alone and holding the whisky glass so tightly.
Soft tears falling down her beautiful face slowly and blue eyes turning gray with deep sadness and memory.
A Chris Stapleton song "Tennessee whiskey" begin to play and you get-up and dance alone.

I write  in my journal.

"White words, black words, liar's words and the liar's prayer.
We are just left-over memory.
Swimming in velvet and silk memory.
I saw you with flowing tears and a face of desperation, sadness and loneliness.
I want to go to you.
To tell you.
Please smile for me.
I want to see your beautiful face.
I want to paint your life with some laughter,
make you smile and to see  those blue eyes.
Shine with joy and happiness again.
I want to make a portray of you.
From deep grayness to perfect sea blue.
Make you know wild and free again."

I go to her and I told her.
Sad lady, please dance with me.
Pretty sad lady whispered. "I'm bad company and tonight whiskey is my only friend. A wise man would escape me before I teach them my sadness."  I told her. Life is many colors. We will celebrate perfect nights and know great sadness. Better to not dance alone when the night is lonely and dark. Sorrow and pain shared is less with good company. Whiskey can make us forget but in the morning light. We had gain and lost nothing. 

She sat with me. I ordered two doubles of Jack Daniels and I showed her the poem. She read the poem slowly and her eyes became softer and she laughed at me. She whispered. "Dark Poet. You must love dangerous places and cold-hearten women. Love dead is dead ground. Dead places don't rise easy. You made me smile and you can do the Texas two-step. I will stay with dear Poet. Maybe you can teach me to laugh again tonight."

Poet and pretty lady slow danced to kind country songs. Austin, Texas nights had opened the door to hope. Love dead, love alive.  Need the debris of disappointment to know the glimpses of hope.
     John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Papaya]

I've sat at bat and shed tears but never been rescued. I suppose that may have been my loss. Comfort comes from the least expected places sometimes and should be accepted more often. Great scene here and btw, I love Austin. Such a great music scene.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love Austin, Texas too. Thank you Ana for reading and the comment.

[Papaya]

You're welcome. :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

you're a kind soul...speaking to a sad stranger just to make him/her feel better is rather unnerving; i'm sure she will always remember you xx

[Coyote Poetry]

All of us need some kindness without payment. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

You brought me to the scene with your words, John. I could see the two of you dancing...swaying...and sharing so much in a short time. Even amidst the debris of disappointment, there are tiny bits of hope always. Your words are always positive. Lydi***

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. I was the bar poet for 20 years. I befriended many. People feel safe with people who don't want to steal everything.

[Sheila Kline]

Such a beautiful story of a poet and pretty lady, slow dancing now caught in a memory that causes you to take up pen and share it with us so that we may remember with you these thoughts of romance, wisdom, kindness, understanding! Your words my friend, are never just words...........they touch the heart and spirit in a special way that's meant to remain!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sheila. Life is learning, being kind and we need good conversation and a friend.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words have a way of creating such powerfully moving worlds. One can read and sense everything coming alive here in this whispered whiskey darkness.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your comment.

[Valentine]

John, this is so lovely. one of the best that you have written. Going into favorites. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. The good song took me back to a good day.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even though i don't do it as much as i used to---i have had this tendency most of my life...to try to fix broken hearts...the only problem is that even when it worked, i was only a temporary fix...and each person who got better, did it without me.

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I least you helped. Each gift of kind words and friendship can help. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

poignant moment ..love the "happy" closing ...sometimes loneliness does find a partner ..even if its just a few moments ..more often than not it ends not so well ... wonderful setting ...fantastic song by Mr. Keith .. i sit the voyeur as the poet scrawls his poetry on a napkin ..working up the courage to speak to the "lady" ..:)
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. My time is Texas was the most fun I knew as a Soldier.

[Ken Simm.]

Although this situation could happen anywhere it adds an extra frisson that it happened here. Excellent if sad song John. But wonderful story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken. I appreciate the comment.

[Paul Bell]

Just Austen, Texas does it for me.
Wise words can change any bad situation into a good one. Plus the dance at the end makes for a great ending.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Paul. I spend 5 years at Fort Hood, Texas. Many good nights spend in Austin.