The Dancer of Atlanta

[Jet]

Dance #43

...and then I stood in the cold and looked through the window.
I saw the merriment, the laughter and warm lights.
She had covered herself with a blanket of a finer life
of lawyering and connections and high handedness.

I wondered if she was really happy.

She must have been because anything less than
acceptable would not have complimented her southern sensibilities.

I watched and wondered what happened to the girl
who would have preferred wild flowers to wealth.

She would have loved and wanted an honest man.
And yet, I think not; my love had no reserve.

Then her partner embraced her before presenting her a gift—
a small, delicate porcelin replica of a geisha.

And they danced and celebrated all they had.

And somewhere hidden in the years or months or days
to come, something awaited, written in the annals
of time that, for me, there is recompense.

—The Dancer of Atlanta

[Jet]

Dance #21 The Soldier

Once upon a time there was a soldier who had fought many battles.
He was wounded in battle and withdrew where he remained alone
for many years.

Then one day a beautiful woman found him. She asked him his name
and smiled at him. She began to talk to him, and as she did the soldier found himself
listening to words fall from the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

He listened as she told him many things in the days that followed;
she had touched him deeply until finally—she drew him to herself.

The soldier felt alive and a sense of himself that he thought
had died long ago. He danced with joy.

She had drawn him away from his battles and wounds,
touching him deeply. And as the days and months passed,
he began love her with unspeakable depth.

They laughed and cried and walked and talked of many things.
And one day, she said, "Come home to me, I love you. Come home to me."

He had fallen in love with her so deeply, he asked her, "are you the one?
In his mind, he felt so sure that he had found the woman for whom he'd waited a lifetime.
"Are you the one who will kiss me goodbye for the last time?"

"Yes," she said. "I know you. I knew you the first time
I saw you. And I want you."

And so he traveled far to be with her and to begin his new life with her.
How he loved her! He would lay down his life for her, he thought,
and give her everything he could in life —
and this was only the beginning of their long life together.

And then one day, the soldier said, "I love you."

But she said nothing. She did not look at him on this day because
she did not want him.

"Why?" he asked her through his tears.

"Because of your wounds and scars," she said. "You are not the man that I want,
nor are you the man I thought you were."

"But I love you," he said, knowing that this was the beginning of the end.
He stood there waiting for her to kiss him for the last time.

She turned from him. Because it was never to be.

—The Dancer of Atlanta

[Jet]

Dance #16: Would You?

If I sat next to you would you think I cared?
If I asked you to slow dance, would you?

Would you run through hayfields
and laugh away the years with me?
Would you kiss me in the moonlight?
Would you teach me how?

Would you join me in a life long duet?

I wonder.

Would you love me heart and soul?

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Would you?

—The Dancer of Atlanta

[cinderella]

Ol' Jet...you have made me cry...your story is so similar to mine. Unlike you, I have yet to learn to let go of the past.

You have such a beautiful talent. Please continue writing, I enjoy it so very much...eloquence personified.

[Jet]

Originally Posted by cinderella

Ol' Jet...you have made me cry...your story is so similar to mine. Unlike you, I have yet to learn to let go of the past.

You have such a beautiful talent. Please continue writing, I enjoy it so very much...eloquence personified.

Thank you Carmen.

[Jet]

Dance #37

All it took was glance
you spin me
could it be so simple?

bop doo wop
do me again

I slip into your arms
and every care fades
and you tell me

turn the lights low,
come on turn 'em low

Hold me close
we can go anywhere
for the night

back in time
you're the song
that I play over and over

you tell me

I feel romantic
and the record change
is automatic

this old cat
this old poet
this old dreamer

Pretty baby you daze me
and craze me
and I could get comfortable

to hug a hug and kiss a kiss
so put me in the mood

kiss me and never let me go
you'll break me
so take me
and never let me go

—The Dancer of Atlanta

that sweet sax, baby...can you hear it?

[LipstickLola]

[QUOTE=Jet;211244][CENTER]Dance #37

All it took was glance
you spin me
could it be so simple?

bop doo wop
do me again

I slip into your arms
and every care fades
and you tell me

turn the lights low,
come on turn 'em low

Hold me close
we can go anywhere
for the night

back in time
you're the song
that I play over and over

you tell me

I feel romantic
and the record change
is automatic

this old cat
this old poet
this old dreamer

Pretty baby you daze me
and craze me
and I could get comfortable

to hug a hug and kiss a kiss
so put me in the mood

kiss me and never let me go
you'll break me
so take me
and never let me go

—The Dancer of Atlanta

that sweet sax, baby...can you hear it?


Niiiiice
and btw, good sax is highly underrated!

[Jet]

thank you........