Scottish kisses

Just words

                                           Scottish kisses

It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns. Loud and obnoxious drinking places serving the good German beer and the strong booze. A young man dream.

Drinking contest, 3am soccer games with the loco German men and women. Easy days, the good days.

On a Friday night, a drinking boot in hand, filled with beer, one drink and one kill. I finished and my German friends were laughing and cheering and I saw her.

A dark eyes beauty with perfect gentle and kind face. She smiled at me and she turned away.  I yearned to see her face again and put my hands though her long dark black hair. I wanted to look into her eyes.

She stole my want to become  a foolish drunk. She was wearing a colorful Summer dress, knee length and she wore sandals. Her legs and arms were tanned and she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. I went to her and I touched her shoulder and she turned to me. Her eyes were looking me over and her friend told her.  You attracted the loud and laughing American. Ain't we lucky? I smiled and I told them, my name is Johnnie and I reached-out my hand to her. She took my hand and she told me. My name is Sheena and my friend name is Cindy. We are from Scotland. What do you want?

I told her. Just love from the prettiest girl in the world. You stole my heart when I saw your beautiful face. I was bewitched by your hazel eyes. You are my Scottish siren or maybe my muse who stole my heart and soul. She laughed at my words and she told me. You Americans, talk more bullshit than any English London man who believe he is Dryden. I smiled and I told her. More Hemingway than Dryden. Dryden was too serious for me. Hemingway loved to drink, dance and celebrate life. More entertaining.

Cindy smiled and she told Sheena. Ask the drunk American, does he have a friend? We want to go dancing tonight, the smoky tavern is boring me to a early death. I smiled and I yelled. Hanson, come over here now. My friend Russ Hanson is a New Hampshire boy. Russ, pretty Cindy looking for a dance partner. He smiled, seeing the dusty blond Scottish girl. He told her. I am a dancing fool Cindy. 

Sheena looked serious at me and she told me. I will agree if you understand. Just dance and talk, don't expect anything else. I smiled and I told her. I will be a perfect gentleman.

We left the tavern and we found a disco club near the lake. We drank coke and danced till the club was locking down. Sheena was a wonder, working a Summer job in Germany and was full-time in college to be a nurse. I told her. I am just a soldier seeking reasons to be alive. Cindy and Russ sat at a distance talking, we sat by the lake and I wrapped my arms around her. The girls missed the last bus to their small town. Me and Russ waited with them till the morning bus.

She told me. Thank you for keeping us company and the dancing. We had fun. Most fun, Cindy had this Summer. You make me laugh and smile. I told her. I am smiling too. She brought her beautiful face to my face. She whispered, please Johnnie, don't break my heart. She gave me one quick kiss and the gift of the second kiss. I looked at the Summer moon and I did a quiet prayer. Thank you for the gift of this wonderful girl.

                            Johnnie

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Ardra]

Heard of French kiss not of Scottish ones heheh...
I think you met her latter....dint you?
I remember reading of Sheena somewhere else..
If you practise such lines what are the girls to do... :))

Always a happy thing to read your stories....
Living in that minute so full of life...

[Coyote Poetry]

Scottish kiss, soft and sweet. never forgotten. Thank you Ardra for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Scottish Kisses'
Coyote Poetry,
You enjoy weaving a story and it shows. This story's Scottish lassie surly left quite an impact. It is great to be able to go along and experience through words this period of time in your life. A German pub, the beer enjoyed and friends to share life with, a rich time too. I sure appreciated this happy dance through a past layer of time in your life. Really wonderful to read!
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. I do appreciate the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

It seems that you have exprience a lot my friend, both good and bad things. It does touch my heart when a lovers apart. I have myself regret many things and shed a many tears. But I cannot go back in time. Only now I have to be grateful that I found my love again who I once apart.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am a old man now. Us writers, our memories become our gold. Thank you Sarah for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Rye]

very descriptive and amazing imagery.
love the part of how Hemingway loved to drink.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hemingway did challenge life and thank you Miss Mee for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Abby]

This is truly beautiful. A lovely poem/story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Abby. I appreciate the comment.

[Onlyme]

Yes, she sure is a true Scottish lassie. Honest, true and speaks from the heart. Great story. Loved it. From another Scottish lassie also. wink.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dawn. Scottish girls are wonderful.

[Gee]

Another well told tale in your inimitable style.
Met my Scottish lass in Tenerife, 1991, will celebrate 25 wonderful years of marriage on October the 1st.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are very lucky. I wish 50 more years for you and the Scottish lass.

[Gee]

Thank you....

[humbleServant]

Gotta watch out for those Scottish girls one stole my heart 10 years ago, but it didn't work out! Nice write!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Those Scottish girls are wonderful. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Just Kim]

so very good, I like the detail in this. love the last stanza a lot.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kymberleigh. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[emmajoy]

'She told me. Thank you for keeping us company and the dancing. We had fun. Most fun, Cindy had this Summer. You make me laugh and smile. I told her. I am smiling too. She brought her beautiful face to my face. She whispered, please Johnnie, don't break my heart. She gave me one quick kiss and the gift of the second kiss. I looked at the Summer moon and I did a quiet prayer. Thank you for the gift of this wonderful girl.' Not at all 'just words', John.

That final paragraph is a perfect finish to that beautiful Scottish romance, the run-up so finely put for yourself and your readers. Have often wondered if you see all your past experiences laid before YOU too when you write them out?! They're always so real, so intensely but softly put.. does that make sense?!

Thank you for sharing yet another of your beautiful times, John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading. I believe Sheena was my big mistake. Almost marry this Scottish beauty.

[emmajoy]

Apart from Sheena, you'd have loved Scotland! (Hope you had a happy birthday, by the way. Put up a generic message for you but you hid away! :) )