A solace and a blessing.

A young man poem. When love was your only purpose. Best days of a life.

A solace and a blessing.

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The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and  tranquil state.

I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life.

Death and dreams were shattered on eroded roads I can't remember.

I thought I was born to love.

My sacred love has languished my life.

And the tormented cure is my wrathful and oblivious soul that is left.

I lay in the sweat of shattered dreams wishing for nothing.

Old friend with tranquil smile asked me to walk with her.

She took me to the youth Hostel on the hill.

I would not look at her too long.

Her great beauty was too much now.

I was content to lose my freedom to beer and wine.

She told me I was falling down to hell and a woeful state.

I needed to find a refuge in her for a moment.

I looked at her beautiful face.

Her  soft and tender eyes were a solace and a blessing.

I told  her "I'm treacherous, a coward and lost my spirit to be alive."

Her answer was silent.

She took my hand and kissed them.

She whispered " Love is a two sided blade.

We must repent and vitalize new dreams or we shall die."

She took me to her small apartment.

She sat between my legs.

Her blue eyes asked  for nothing.

Her hands govern by gentleness and skill  eroded my wall of turbid and sad emotions.

Music of leonard Cohen mingle into the emotion of a sweet harmony.

Her sweet kisses  and her curvaceous body taunted my hunger to dance in the bliss of love.

Sweet Brigitte whisper "Real love is hopeful and beautiful."

She undressed slowly and she incited my soul to savvy in the heat of her succulent flesh.

I brought her close and I whispered "Come to me.

My heart is my enemy, discontent and full of sorrow and pain."

She sat on my lap and her perfect young body was so beautiful.

She got up and  walked away to her bedroom.

In the darkness and safety of her small apartment she called me to her.

Told me "True gifts of love require two people with the desire to create a moment of joy and pleasure for a time."

"Please Stay with me." She requested.


In the mist of the morning my repressed anger turn to tears.
 She caressed my face with her tender hands and with kind words told me.
 "We will be Ok my sweet love."

                                   Coyote

                                   Nov. 1979

Author's Note

For Sweet and beautiful Brigitte. Gave love without concern for her own heart.

Reviews

[Ross Saunders]

A lot of great thoughts and ideas here, I just enjoyed reading this. Well done.

I've cut and pasted a couple of lines I thought you need to look at, but beyond those, I thought this read beautifully.
"The good cognac and German wines keep me in my woeful and in a tranquil state."
" We must repent and vitalize new dreams or we shall died."

[Soul Magic✯]

your ink is remarkable as always Coyote. I enjoyed reading this piece :)

[poetic soul]

how so very sweet....
its an amazing tribute...
loved the way you narrated the whole tale...
brilliant job!!

:) Love,
Krishna

[QuothCorvid]

This brought tears to my eyes with the raw emotion you put into this poem.

[Ellen Hammond]

This write really stirs emotions and thoughts. When one is so far down and has lost the will to live, a single encounter with unconditional love, given freely, can give us hope and help us heal. Whether Brigitte was there for a lifetime, a season or just a reason, she touched your heart at just the right time. This is a lovely tribute to a special love.

[James K. Blaylock]

I really enjoy this piece, my friend. But to me it seemed so sad and full of pain and longing. Although with time a lasting sweet memory remains. Be blessed

jkb

[Raven Wilson]

This is very unique, I have yet to see a writing style quite like this, I applaud it.

[emmajoy]

Gulp .. tears. What a sad but beautiful story, and told in quite unique phrasing.

Your Brigitte was like an angel, there to give sweetness when you were at such a wretched time of your life. The telling of this memory - fact or fiction, is incredible.

Those final lines are wonderful ..

'In the mist of the morning my repressed anger turn to tears.
She caresses my face and with words.
We will be Ok my sweet love.'

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I notice...the booze...the liquid courage, I suppose to do what needs to be done, Leonard Cohen...oh hes quite the singer...I wrote a poem about him, actually...*L*

I like this...its slow, it hurts, it cuts you and sinks in letting the reader realize just what is going on...you drag it just right, pushing us to know how it ends...

[sweetylee1994]

yes. very nice

[Gandré]

I like your talent to produce this natural sound of poetry, not a single voice is too high, when you look at your own image, in your poem's glass. I liked how you developed this dialogue between those two lovers. ha! you are a refreshing.