Hold on tightly baby

Just words and a re-write.

Hold on tightly baby

You were the bloody storm my lover, you were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You and I drank till we could not. Pretty hazel eyes woman asked me. Who are you? Are you a killer my soldier? Are you a dancer my love? Are you the devil my sweetie? Are you my cure or my ailment my wild man?

I brought her close and I whispered.
“I have been a hard drinker, I have been a dancer.
I have played the fool and I played the taker,
I have been the devil and I have been an angel,
I have known love and I have known hate,
I have harmed people and I have saved people.
I have danced with the devil often and I have found god.
I haven’t found peace yet and I don’t bleed no-more,
old regret and strong whiskey keep me grounded.”

She smiled and she kissed my neck. She whispered.
“Big storm a-coming,
there will time for peace and time for war,
There will be time for forgiveness and time for revenge,
Our world is built-on quicksand.
The Devil is laughing at men.
The dumb-asses leaders of our world loving hate and war,
you and I, we need to dance the midnight dance, pray to the moon for better days and kinder leaders.
Men have been born sick, Wanting war over peace.
hate over love.
Tonight me and you will hold on tightly baby.
We are just bystanders waiting for the deadly end.
Poor world will die without a sound, just a whisper.
Old world will have a silence death.
Let’s us drink and dance till we cannot no-more.
My sweetie. Our  hearts can’t see the hope in the men of war.
Because men of war don’t seek peace”

I kissed her lips and I stood away from her, I looked at her. I loved her long black dress and bright red lips. I told her. You are right my sweet-heart. The night is long and the big storms are a-coming. Tonight you are my Texas hurricane and you and I. We will ride out the storms and maybe. Maybe we will rebirth with the morning sun. Maybe the dead can know some kind of hope?

John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"Are you my cure or my ailment?"....a good question. Often relationships ride the line between the two. I could picture her....red hair, hazel eyes, long black dress.....quite the alluring woman! I enjoy your poetry about your relationships with various women...the emotions are always real and the words are tender. So romantic. Lovely. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ana Papaya]

So romantic, people who need each other will find each other and live in the moment.
I always enjoy reading about your adventures.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ana. I appreciate the comment.

[Neville]

Said it before....These are not just words John, these my friend are mighty fine words indeed.......Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

If we don’t hold on tight we might just never know- otters hold hands while sleeping to prevent them from drifting away from eachother- not wanting to let go- nature never lies- wonderful words 🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

The pleasure is mine always🌹

[An owl on the moon]

You create such vast worlds in your loving, my friend. Novels in each poetic sigh of your soul. Powerful...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so grateful you are here, my friend.

[sette]

just as always the expression of love is creatively written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[sette]

and you are always welcome

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like a more tender version of Kris Kristofferson ---the hard life, the drinker, the experiences that make a heart harder, yet in some ways actually softer and more vulnerable...allowing oneself to be loved and love back.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Love is give and take. If we are lucky. We break even. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Courtney Hough]

You’ve gotta t a way with imagery my friend! This is beautiful and played like a movie in my head. I love how you always say,”just words.” They’re art! Bravo!
-Court

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Courtney. I appreciate your kind words.