Heaven and hell...

October poetry number eleven. "Love be sweet, finding love is like a threading a needle blindfolded."

Heaven and hell

A Story by Coyote Poetry
Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.   

                  Heaven and hell…

We must decide. We can die of fear and our heart be filled with coldness. Doubt will overtake our dreams and hope. Being bitter and bleeding in the emotion of love. Leaving a walking dead. We can fall to the deepest level of pity and create a internal hell.

Great love’s are rare and few in a life. Sweet and terrible love. Leaving us weak and confuse. Waiting for a reason to be alive can be  many.

I found my great and sweet love for the first time in 1987. We found each other again for the second time in 1992. We fell together again in the mist of late fall. The green earth was dying and we were to create a new fire. That would never be able to burn out completely.

I remembered touching her from feet to her beautiful face. I saw such beauty in her clear blue eyes. She made me come alive in 1987. Create a hunger that grew with each touch. Her energy for life and desire to be fulfilled. Overcame my mind and heart.

Back from the short War in the Gulf. I found her phone number. Been 4 years trying to forget blue eyes, her perfect body and a hunger that could not be fulfilled. Her long ginger hair crossing my body as she moved in the heat of passion haunted my dreams still.

She was content to receive my call. She told me. I love to hear your voice again. I asked could I see you now? A sweet voice whispered. Please come to me now. I arrived at her house in Clinton, Michigan. She greeted me in a tight t-sheet. Allowed me to see her long legs and perfect body.

I looked into her blue eyes, like a clear river stream. Allowed my heart and mind to dance in a sweet dream. I whispered how beautiful she was. A blessing to my old heart. She wrapped her arms around me. I smelled her sweet perfume. Enjoyed the feel of her body near. I make a silence wish to swim in the heat of her flesh one more time.

We sat together. Talked till the morning light. Her legs were across my lap. I told her. You have been my only sweet dream. When you left me in 1989. It took a lot of strength and will to get up and live. I volunteered for War to escape your memory.

She quiet me with a kisses. Leading to harder and longer kisses. Tears felled from her eyes. I believed her wall of disappointment were falling down. I told her. It is alright my sweet Jennifer. Life and love is a fair game. We must lose to know victory. We must drown in sadness to appreciate pleasure.

We fell asleep together. No passion or wasted energy. A strange peace for two people who needed to taste laughter and joy again. In the morning. I watched her dress. Her body as beautiful as when she was the 18 year old girl at my door with 8 wine coolers.

I closed my eyes. Not believing I was with my killer, my demon. Now my spirit was being awoke and desiring the caress of this beautiful woman. I was rising from the dead. A wise man would of ran like hell from her home. A fool’s always know his punishment before the story is written. I accepted the payment.

She gave me a sweet smile. Stood in front of me in her bra and panties. She asked me. Will my Soldier return tonight? Her 5 foot 11 inch  frame left me weak. Flowing ginger hair left me wishing never to leave. I whispered I would return tonight an I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. Kissed her sweet lips and I told her. Life is not fair. I’m scare to death and I whispered I need to be with you for a while.

Her blues eyes stared into my eyes and she whispered. Love is a twisted and we must breakdown the wall of s**t. Please sweet man come back. Soft tears fall from her eyes. She whispered please forgive me for leaving you in Ann Arbor alone. I told her. You open my heart and mind to true emotion of love. Where you give everything. The body and soul. We were young. You were my teacher to show me I needed passion and desire in my wasted life.

She forced me into a chair. Straddled me and she laid her head into my chest. I caressed her face and hair. She asked what will come of us? Are we just wasting time? Is love a worthwhile battle? I wanted to be alone till you called me.

I told  her. Life is a b***h. I hated you once for leaving me and I dug myself into a self made misery. Today all the pain seem so far away. This is my best moment in my life now. I held her in my arms and I kissed her sweet lips.

Jennifer smiled. Dragged me to her bedroom. Slowly undressed for me and danced for me. I told her. I have nothing to give you. A blue eye Angel smiled and whispered. Good things come to those who wait.

I closed my eyes. Thank the spirit of life and death. For the chance to be with my beautiful Jennifer.

               Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

I think you truly loved this creature. I found love in the autumn of 1987. He left me without a word of explanation, so I understand how you felt. If I could have gone to war, I would have. Reunion is a wonderful thing when it happens, and your completeness shines through!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Zoe. I agree. Reunions are great.

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful romantic story. Set free again, your spirit released by meeting up again with this past love. The hurt, the bitterness evaporated. Replaced instead by feelings of love and warmth. Love can be destructive as hell, but it can also be heaven. We have to make our own heaven. Surviving life's journey can be so challenging at times.

Thank you my friend for a great read on Monday November 1st.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. I appreciate the comment. Love is our best days and our worst days.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful I read after coffee
I’m a sucker for romance stories
Thanks

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Julie and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[poetgurl]

Such a longing in your words, and deepness.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lady K. for reading and the comment. When we love someone and the love isn't the same for you. A dead-end shall happen.

[Shelley Warner]

Such an emotional tribute to a love that refused to die with hope that the love will surmount all obstacles.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Shelley. Writer's wealth, our memories.

[Shelley Warner]

Yes, our memories and experiences are certainly our writer's wealth.

[lessa (kenzie)]

Kind of deep and intriguing as well as emotional. Wonderful write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Alex. I appreciate the comment.

[Sean M. Addams]

Very deep piece. Loved the emotions in this. Great job

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sean. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Sean M. Addams]

Anytime my friend

[Weeping willow]

I always enjoy your words as they softly flow forming a painting of life, Life is filled with struggles and often your words describe them so clear ;-}

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[K writes]

Wow, first off love the song choice, second I saw some sort of emotional ending coming up.
Enjoyed this write....

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you KayKey. We need love but sometimes love don't need us.

[K writes]

love can stand on its own, the people give it the meaning, which is sad at times.