Remembering Where You\’ve Never Been

You know, I\’ve always wondered what life was like in the sixties… The Golden Era, they called it…. Everything was original, hand-crafted or something fancy like that…. No modern day copies and unsavoury knock-offs…. I\’ve always had this image of what it was like to go out during that era…. When you couldn\’t just chipo a chick ovyo ovyo…. Figure it… You get my drift… Swanky Club…. Jazz playing with a seriously cool band and nothing but the smell of cigars and the finest  scotch pervading the air of the joint… Well, call me a romantic, but my take on it would go something like this…

CLUB BAROQUE

1969, the woman in the red dress,

Dressed like a goddess,

Drawing the attention of all in the room,

Her intensity melting away my being,

Her essence calling out to me,

A fragrance so gentle,

The nectar of a thousand flowers,

She smiles, and I am her captive,

A prisoner of her love,

A slave to her every whim,

A woman divine.

As the time courses, she draws nearer,

Her soft breath, grazing my cheek as she speaks,

Every word lingering for but a moment before she speaks,

I am lost.

As we walk under the starlit sky,

The sultry enchantress carries me on a sea of clouds,

Her laughter echoing through the farthest corners of my mind,

Her sensually deep voice coaxing out the secrets I hold dear,

The night fades on,

I kiss her,

She is silent,

I am overwhelmed,

We are in love.

1969.

The woman in the red dress…