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Night of the Dead

Night of the Dead

     The night of the dead seduces me as I walk past the fish market. The smell of cooking albacore is sweet as I walk between the stalls gazing at a beefy man with a crimson scar running like a snake down his cheek. I stop and ask him how much his fish is. “Twenty pesos”, he says, “But an American dollar with do.” I reach in my pocket and it is empty. I thank him and move on.
     I walk through the gas lamp lit streets past the rich patrones houses. I smell the acrid scent of smoking candles burning on street side altars. A young girl embraces a young man in a passionate kiss in front of a tall columned mansion by a fifties mustang whose contours gleam red in the lamp light.
     I walk up the winding stone steps into the old quarter. Children with mud stains on their faces play in the dirt street. Soon I come to the plaza and see a lonely looking young woman sitting on a park bench by a banana plant, whose leaves rustle gently in the warm humid breeze. I stand for a moment gazing at her shadowy form in the pale lamp light. She looks so tired and lonely. She does not see me as I stare at her.
     I approach her with trepidation. She looks up at me with a frightened look. “Senor, please do not bother me,” she says. “I am sad now and wish to be alone in my sorrow.” I stand still smelling the musky scent of her perfume wafting toward me in the hot wet breeze.
     “I thought I knew you from somewhere”, I say.  
     “I do not know you senor. I think you must be mistaken.”
     I cautiously approach her. “I think we were lovers in former lifetime,” I say to her. She looks up at the stars and says, “You are so strange. Please sit next to me. I am intrigued.”
     I sit next to her and our thighs touch ever so slightly. I watch her trembling small breasts move up and down with each breath. “My child just died, two days ago. He was killed by a motorist. Now I wander the streets at night. I am a ghost.”
     We sit quietly for a moment and she kisses me lightly on the lips. She says, “It has been so long since I have felt human warmth. Please come with me.”
     She leads me through the winding narrow streets to a tiny apartment. We enter the candlelit room and she holds my hand lightly with her fingers leading me to the bedroom. I lift her dress up over her hips and breasts leaving her naked in the dark room. She slowly deliberately undoes my belt and unzips my pants quickly tugging my pants and underwear to the floor.
     She pulls a tiny knife from her nightstand and I shrink back from her in fear. She says, “Don’t fear my love. I do remember you. We were lovers in a faraway land, across the great ocean. Now we will be lovers forever.”
     She makes a tiny incision just above my groin. She licks the blood spreading it across my groin sending shivers of pleasure through my body. She laces my inner thighs with scarlet body art. You are marked as mine now she whispers.  I  climax in a torrent of heat. I feel a river of fire erupt from her mouth engulfing me in an inferno of passion.
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