Memory
A time I could never explain, leaving Cass, and Manhattan. I would climb on me bike, and just start riding in search of enlightment, a new start, or maybe become a punk troubadour
I had met after Saint Jill (Patroness of runaway’s, prosty’s and junkies.) had OD’d I wasn’t playing guitar much, and had quit painting. Cass and I moved in after a few days, and she had some how performed CPR on me soul, loving me more and better, than I deserved.
Our time I felt together was coming to an end.  I packed Friday while she was at work. I boosted myself with a joy bang and some gin. We kissed good-bye. I would find she had slipped 5 of Bengy’s in me jacket.  The village didn’t smell like slow death, and night terrors any more, but I needed distance. Stopping, Tompkins Park, Washington square for supplies. I just started riding.
It was somewhere in Nebraska on a Saturday night. I saw her drinking at a bar Lithe, tall, striking very hard to miss.  She is dressed on jeans, cowboy boots, and a tight T, and, a loose braid of sun streaked hair blonde hair.
While we, dance locals repeatedly asking her, “Is he bothering you?” I answer “ask your mum” followed by fuck off tosser, and her pulling me back, and me turning to her and forgetting the troglodyte I was about to kill on basic principles’.
“Who are these crackers buzzing around?” I ask
“It's a small town she answers.  OK I knew life was different outside of zone 6, or the 5 boroughs. I took this trip to explore. I know cities; even my regiment was trained in urban combat

Our conversation isn’t involved or complicated, and it ends with a kiss. I kiss her like a starving Vampyre feeding on her beauty, and she gives herself to me, without hesitation or reserve.  I feel eyes on me
The bar is becoming cluster phobic. Without a word we leave.  She climbs on me bike as soon I kick it into life. Holding on to me takes me helmet
 I take her to the motel I am staying at the edge of town. She sees the pool and from the car park, and say’ s “Let’s swim?”
“Room first I need to lose this jacket.” I answer.
We walk to the room, as we go in she says “let me freshen up. She walks to the bathroom and closes the door I find music on tele as she walks in and sits down put her leg out for me to help with her boot.  I hold she pushes against me. I repeat with the other   boot.  She set them aside lays her hand bag net to them. She stand puts her arms around me, and kiss' me. She sets back “let’s swim!” she says stripping put her hair down. I follow suit sitting on bed she helps me out my motorcycle boots. I pull off jeans and T she folds next to my leather jacket
“Lets swim, love “ I say and she walks ahead I watch her effortless poise she dives in fearlessly I follow her into the water, that is freezing she swims to me, and pots at the night sky.as she says, One of the pluses of being in middle of no where, the stars are brighter. I kiss her and hold her slick body.
“What are the other perk’s?” I ask.
“Cowgirl pussy” she answers splashing me, swimming away.
 I swim after her. She leads me back to the room I follow her into the shower. We wash each other then, dry each other.   Then kiss and grope our way to the bed.  I leave lights on to see her, better. She is a beauty, full lips, and blue cat shaped eyes coupled with a body, which was made to walk runways.  A lusty lover, Wanton enthusiastic. I send her to get ice she starts to dress. “I asked for ice I didn’t say get dressed go love.” I say and she leaves.  She is fearless.  She walks out with ice bucket on her hip smile on her face. She returns smiling, and sets the ice down like a trophy on the dresser.
I have a bottle of Jack in the duffel a bottle of coke. You want a drink? I say walking to my jacket to retrieve a small vial.

“I’ll make drinks, “ She answers. Grabbing plastic glasses.  And adding ice coke and whiskey.  I find a mirror in my duffel. I tap out the contents of the vial, and say “love you want some coke?”
“She holds the bottle up, then says, “OK”, as she realises what I mean. She brings the plastic glasses over bends at the waist. And inhales deeply.  I down the drink and finish the coke.
I pull her into bed, “too rough?”
“No, such things she answers laughing. And pulls me onto her. She wraps her legs and arms around me, and kisses me deeply. I am lost in her body, her essence. I realise she’s actually making love to me. DA change from some Jersey pick-up in the bowery screaming “Fuck me like you hate me!”
“I am leaving that Styrofoam cup is coffee. There’s an actual cup next to it I stole from the diner for you, because coffee taste better in it. Its unreasonably bright I stagger to the coffee. She pours it for me, and asks, “Where are you going from here?”
“Not sure, further”
“You may forget my name, which is Melody, because you never asked, but you will not forget me, and I know you don’t believe, me, but you will remember this night and me.” She says I can only see her in silhouette in the morning light. I’m thinking I have been with more women than you imagine, and I am moving on after I shower.
Flash forward to last week, leggy blonde at art show, and I remember