Bourbon Street Lady

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Bourbon Street Lady

Post by goldenmyst » January 28th, 2019, 1:47 am

Bourbon Street Lady

She pops the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking her sorrows away till her wine blush cheeks warm as she leans over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues her only hope for sleep this night when the neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches her with steely eyes as she strips into lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance” seeking winks from boys whose glazed eyes saw only a chaste maiden.

But she sprouted into curves which men devoured in rituals of masculine lust. Yet this evening she lays in the heat with a ceiling fan her only solace when maddening memories masquerade by like in a Mardi Gras Ball till she stumbles into slumber when the sensation of age creeps upon her like an old lover of her catty youth.

The heat washes over her like a wet dream. Even women can leave the stain of their dreams on cotton she mused. And she’d done it as good as any man she laughs in between wake and sleep. In the wee hours of a delicate morning, she shivers like an old crone nearing the end. But she knows she has many years ahead. Doesn’t she? She ponders wide and deep. Each breath feels like a death rattle.

But she faces her personal demons with the strong prospect of immersion in the river Lethe to wash all the taints of her past into oblivion. The sun peeks through her window and touches her sober nakedness with golden heat to awaken her restless soul. She answers Helios summons with eyes wide to the opening future.

She retires to the powder room to wash the sweat from her mascara smeared face. Each splash of cold on heat feels like a bath in a baptismal font to christen her into a new age. She rubs her moistened cloth to wipe away her makeup. Soon her lips are pale, once again, as Poe’s Annabel Lee’s.

She steps in the manmade waterfall of her shower and pirouettes under the pelt of liquid joy. Each hot bead steams her skin into pink blushed maidenhood. She shuts off the rush of water. Then she closes her eyes and feels the opium rush of cool air on her drenched body. She rubs herself dry with a towel which causes friction, which in turn causes heat and makes her sweat once more.

With sure feet, she walks to the window and stands caressed in the late spring breeze. She knows that in the French Quarter nudity is a form of art which is appreciated by passerby on streets littered with beer cans and condoms.

She wraps in her bathrobe as pre-exhibition drapery on her nude portrait. She sees herself as a bare woman whose beauty is appreciated by many but seen by few. Yet her profession, which is said to be the oldest, exposes her to many clients in her world of men and some women who are privileged to know her charms.

But that elusive emotion of love is one she’s only known once. He was stolen from her by a woman who paraded her virtues like a cheap Betty Crocker TV ad. And so it goes for Lily, whose name implies virginity, but whose luster belies more experience in the flesh and spirit.

Lily will only paint her face and offer herself in rooms she dares not consider home; for the sacred space of her apartment is her womb where only her heart beats by itself and alone.

Lily finds her calling as a flapper girl doing the Charleston on the loading docks of New Orleans with her hips swinging to the beat of ragtime turned jazz which plays on her imaginary jukebox. Oranges in crates scent her wharf dance. Her wild-haired seduction wins whistles from the skirt-chasing longshoremen. But her whiskey lips will kiss only one tonight.

Her waggish tongue tickles their ears with the British charm of a peasant girl raised on tongue in cheek earthiness.

She auctions herself off to the roughnecks until with a wink her choice is made. She gives her choice a sidelong glance with the fiery eyes of a Lass ready to properly greet her sailor. The lucky man sips cognac with her this night with the calliope serenading them in his smoky room.

And with the urge of sunbeams, she rises from his mattress only to emerge into the swelter of lust and beer to find a kind of fragrance all her own.

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Post by creativesoul » February 12th, 2019, 11:49 am

Excellent
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Post by goldenmyst » February 14th, 2019, 5:23 pm

Thanks so much, creativesoul. Glad you enjoyed. :)

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Post by creativesoul » February 15th, 2019, 12:00 am

Keep going
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Post by goldenmyst » February 15th, 2019, 8:39 pm

I will keep on keeping on my friend. Thanks for the encouragement.

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Re: Bourbon Street Lady

Post by saw » February 16th, 2019, 11:02 am

even though your writing is much better, it so caused an immediate reaction to the Elton John song Sweet Painted Lady....I was in the Navy as well...Vietnam Era....and the captain after maneuvers took us to Mardi Gras...and well sailors and New Orleans are like two peas in a pod..

Thanx for this trip down memory lane....

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Post by goldenmyst » February 16th, 2019, 11:55 am

I just love knowing that my writing brought you back to such a great time in your life. Thank you for sharing your memory here. New Orleans is a whole other world than the rest of the country and it is good to know that Mardi Gras brought you joy at that time in your life.

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Post by creativesoul » March 7th, 2019, 8:24 pm

I ran away to New Orleans when I was a young hippie child-😍- papa was stabbed in “ live in let die” -
And I was Janis Joplin wanna be
It was interesting
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Post by creativesoul » March 7th, 2019, 8:26 pm

Those doughnuts a long the river- the restaurant I worked at fed me-
But there was a place where jazz was played and beans and rice was 30 cents- and root beer was 20 cents more-🥰those were the days-
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Post by goldenmyst » March 8th, 2019, 11:26 pm

creativesoul, love hearing about Nawlins back then. Red beans and rice and root beer on a shoestring sound heavenly. But being fed by the restaurant where you work makes it even sweeter. If only I'd been oid enough back then that sounds like the way of life I'd have chosen. Great memories.

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Post by sasha » March 12th, 2019, 2:03 pm

Nicely done as always! There's a lyrical flow to your prose that makes it uniquely your own.
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Post by goldenmyst » March 12th, 2019, 9:21 pm

Much thanks, Sasha. This piece came together for me last year. It was a rare ambiance which put me in the mood. :)

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