Resembled love

True love is rare and hard to find.

                         Resembled love
                    

Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.
I was weary of a beautiful woman who tempted me and ran.

She listened to my poetry and I introduced another Poet at the Poetry reading.
She joined me at my table and she took my coffee and she sipped the warm coffee.
She asked me where I have been. I told you, I needed to talk.

I told her. I fear beautiful woman. Their reflection of love can leave a man damned to be wishing for dances with myth and tale. She licked her lips over the coffee cup and she told me. I like my coffee with less cream and sugar. I like the bitter taste of strong coffee. Old Poet, you can't fear the ending before the game had begun. Maybe you have something I need.

I took her hands and turned them. I looked at her right hand and trace the lines on her right hand. She would live forever and she had no love line.  I asked her.  Have you ever loved? Have you ever wanted to be saved, to be broken, to be free of secret and hidden wants without destine plan and ending?

She took off her shoes and she put her feet into lap. The warmth of bare feet and her smile make me wish for something dangerous and wild. She thought for a minute and she told me. Addiction, risks and forever. Just words my lover. If we are lucky. We can find something that resembles love. Just enough to calm our needs. I need some laughter and someone who will listen to me. I need coffee and morning talks. Love gets in the way. Baby, you can't own me and I can't own you. Better to know some tenderness and some serene love. I'm tire of sedative love. I want the Poet, suicide boarding fool and the free climbing I befriended to live with me.

I brought her hands to my lips. Kissed them and I told her. Maybe you are right. People are dangerous when they want everything. Better to dance slowly and allow life and things to fall into place. My beauty. Where do we begin and end?

She gave me a victory smile and stood up. Gave me warm kisses of agreement. She told me. First step is for you to buy me some bitter and strong coffee, than we will wander to the sea, to sing songs and dance with the sea.




                                 

                                      Coyote/John Castellenas
 

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

What a heart warming story Coyote. Normally I dread this kind of thing if I am honest, they always walk a dangerous sword that seems to cut both ways. They can become dispassionate and feeble full of cliches and deading words. Your writing is imbued with a voracious desire for life and all living things. Damn! I even had to go and make a coffee half way through the writing so on top highly subliminal. Then I got so immersed that I wanted nothing else but for them two to get together as all was going so well. It was the story that told me to calm down and to take it step by step sipping a good cup of coffee.

Brilliant.

Thankyou

[Coyote Poetry]

Coffee is always good. Better with good company and conversation. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[emmajoy]

Seems your life has made you a visionary who understands far more about heart and mind than most! That fifth paragraph holds so many truths they made me gasp, made me near tear up.. especially, ' .. love. Just enough to calm our needs. I need some laughter and someone who will listen to me. I need coffee and morning talks..'

Spoken in your own beautiful style.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Emma Joy. It is sad we forget to be kind and tender to the people we love.

[Jennie Baron]

I agree it is beautiful although it would benefit from a few grammar corrections. It's almost like it can't make up its mind whether it is a poem or a story...perhaps dividing it up into shorter lines would make it easier to read and more poem-like? Just a thought; the basic premise is great.

[Coyote Poetry]

I got some help. I like the story poetry. Too much Dryden, Ben Jonson and Jack London in me. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lyn Anderson]

Your words paint a vivid portrait, a dreamy smoky world -- it is a delightful place to peak into, and a joy to read. There are a few grammar corrections here and there, but as always, none of it takes away from the beauty of your work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading. A 30 minute poem this morning. I will re-edit tonight.

[Frieda P]

I adore this Coyote, love the slow dance of your poetic brilliance. Some people are satisfied with a reasonable facsimile of love, but this gets to the guts of affection. Sigh, dancing with the sea, you have me for eternity there.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Frieda. I tell people real love is learn by 50 years together. Must open the first doors to know true love.

[Frieda P]

Those doors scare most people though John, 50 years together, that's unheard of these day unfortunately....