What could I have ever done to garner the admiration of a distant being.
The night...
How high was I? Who can know where one goes on these trips? Who can know their own way?
I enjoy riding in my baby. She changes me each time I enter her. But tonight it was different.
Yes I will go out I affirmed
Jade green corset top,my favorite jeans and black leather boots. You know the ones with the buckles at the ankles. It was time to dance. Boot scooting, breaking it down or wild rave, we were going to dance and have fun.
My eclipse started up and purred. Yes, it time to go. The night was dark and the silver of my eclipse pierced the night. We arrived at the Burnt Orange. Already I could feel the depth of the night. We walked in impeccable. Lively conversations at the front door with security. Friendly spirits now, as if expecting our presence and stunned by its authenticity. A quick drink of vodka from the bar and seat right near middle of the small club. We didn't sit long. Beckoned to the floor, we danced. I felt out of place but strangely in place. They knew I was coming or expected my presence. But which person was I. Nearly everyone in the club danced.
I let my guard down and began to enjoy the dance. He found me. The ringleader. Goated me on to dance more and enjoy. I could feel the shifting, instinct was to keep my guard up on my mind and my body, but the pure feeling, the beat, I kept dancing, nearly every song. Clapping for the guitarist and cheering for the singer.
Something different came up. I danced with her. But not her, a being. And not a female being. we danced. The song was over, I walked to sit. As if the shift happened again, to near everyone except for me. Realization exploded into the eyes of the being as well as tears. Arms grasped me as tears flowed. Her only words. you kiss. A stolen kiss led to more kisses. But she's married. Dimensions had collided and marriage was the only force strong enough to keep me grounded.
The next shift came abruptly. We didn't delay in leaving the club. Across the street a double decker club sat as if off in an alternate realm. The club glowed red. Where the last club I felt the prize, this club I felt the protector, the enforcer. Of standards and emotions. Undoubtedly larger with amenities, the vibe was different, deceptive. A few steps into the club and we were ready to leave. Still we were looking for the third. Upstairs the feel was death. Though the club was loud, tainted bodies melded together in pride, preoccupation and misconceived perfection. We left.
Crossing back over the road seemed like crossing over a river.
We ventured back into the Burnt Orange, but the shift had happened again, those friendly spirits had left. We had missed the move.Black eyes opened the door. The security demeanor was different. Dismayed we walked out to have a smoke. A shaman sat ominous in the window.
Can you feel that? Yeah. The moon in one of its more potent phases. Native spirits gathered. Wolves. Perhaps they smelled quick meat. I could see a line of anxiety on my familiars face. I began to list of the places of where the weapons were positioned in my Eclipse. A machete on the passenger seat, a kbar by the shifter, 1911 .45 on the drivers side and a 270 rifle in the easy to open trunk access port, for the difficult or fleeing targets.
Familiar relaxed. I am glad one of us is prepared.
Just about done with this session, a young boy rides up on his bicycle. Is it poppin here? Me and Familiar look at each other. We both shake our heads in unison.
He's a bit late isn't he? Yeah. Was he trying to get drugs from us? Ha i laughed. We walked back to the car now in a lighter mood. How about a drive?