You told me in Paris once. "Je t'aime my Johnnie." Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and beautiful spirit, filled with life and laughter.
You became my Paris dreams. You painted me a safe and beautiful place for me . We stayed bare to the world in the hotel room. Drinking the French wines and listening to Lara Fabian song. You told me. "I shall be your Juliet and you will be my Romeo. I want to become your Hemingway dream. Please Johnnie, swim into my warm and wanting flesh and forget the the battle of life. We must play saint and sinners. Let's play lovers that need, never will end."
I told her. "My sweet and beautiful Brigitte. I will remember you. I have loved our interludes of kiss and touch. I yearn to taste your skin and kiss you lips. You took me to blessed places and tattoos your face upon content heart."
Dear Brigitte rose-up and danced to the cassette player . She allowed Lara Fabian voice to take her divine place in the words. I watched her sway of hips and moving breasts. Her perfect movement showed me. Perfect world are just seconds, minutes and glorified hours where love is free and true.
Brigitte brought me to her. She embraced me deeply and she whispered. "Love is sacred and very sweet. Tonight we have, me and you. We shall become one in enshrined place where love will flourish and we shall know the inferno of uncontrolled passion. Je T'aime my Johnnie. I will keep you safe and sound."
Tonight I drink the whiskey and I remembered a place and a beautiful face. Her words wise and sweet still haunting me. "Life is just seconds, minutes and glorified hours. We must make them last as long as we can. One day. These seconds, minutes and hours will be needed. To know we had attempted love my dear lover."
Old Poet write words upon old journal.
Where are you dear lover? Where are you kind lady? We danced once to the beat of the wild hearts and the freedom for the love to be expanded and to heal. Now old photos and song is all the old Poet had. You wanted to be a Hemingway love. You did. You haunted me like his love, Agnes did. I shall remember you. My Paris love
Agnes von Kurowsky Stanfield (January 5, 1892 " September 25, 1984) was an American nurse who inspired the character "Catherine Barkley" inErnest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms.
This has such a clarity and wisdom to it. What a lovely read you have given us. You words are so wistful and the memories are simply inspirational:
Tonight I drink the whiskey and I remembered a place and a beautiful face. Her words wise and sweet still haunting me. "Life is just seconds, minutes and glorified hours. We must make them last as long as we can. One day. These seconds, minutes and hours will be needed. To know we had attempted love my dear lover."
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Thank you my friend for reading. We need to attempt love, travel and test life when we are young. If.. read moreThank you my friend for reading. We need to attempt love, travel and test life when we are young. If we didn't. We shall wish we did.
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I'm here for reading and writing. I'm here to learn and improve. No perfect writer. I don't block an.. read moreI'm here for reading and writing. I'm here to learn and improve. No perfect writer. I don't block anyone. This is a writing site. If you dislike someone. Don't read them. I'm far from perfect and I have been helped by many kind W.C people. I don't understand your statement. It is the holidays. Have some fun and enjoy your life. No reason to bother another person. All of us are just trying to survive. Have fun and be safe.
Honest emotions expressed so openly....I enjoy your writing style, John. Such romantic interludes you have experienced in your lifetime. Indeed, you are a fortunate man. The romantic reflection in this one is heartfelt. Lydi**
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The stories seem like fiction with old age. I told my children what my Grandfather told me.. Travel,.. read moreThe stories seem like fiction with old age. I told my children what my Grandfather told me.. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. These become the good days. Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment.
The raw emotion in this piece actually made me falter during my reading it. How so many different feelings can be put into a written short is incredible. Ive never been one for poetry but the way you've crafted this to touch the readers is amazing. Fantastic.
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Thank you Shanelle. Prose poetry can tell us amazing tale.
what a beautiful experience you had with her, I love the tattoo on your heart, what a beautiful concept. your words are moving Coyote. they have a flow completely your own. I can almost feel her, you make her so loveable. lovely.
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8 Years Ago
Thank you Jesse Rose. Old memories seem like fiction with time and distance.
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My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
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