Vinegar and sweet wine

Funny how life can get twisted. For the bad and the good.

                              












                         










 Vinegar and sweet wine

Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?
I'm leaving  on  plane very soon for my real home.
You came back into my life to say goodbye.
You are sitting between my legs.
I caress your hair as you lay your head against my chest.

I whisper "You saved my life once. Life was lost in my mind. Time became seconds
ticking away waiting for nothing. On a cold winter day. You found me alone with the whiskey
and bad thoughts." You told me.  "Love is like vinegar and sweet wine. Love begin so sweet and
if we don't be kind and gentle. Sweet wine can turn to vinegar."

Sweet Brigitte walked softly into my life.
Walking softly on old memories.
Trying to replace pain with tender touches and soft kisses.
Time allowed our love to grow.
We spend a year in the heat of a sweet and kind love.

With my time becoming short in the beauty of Germany.
I saw in her eyes the fear.
Love do have limits.
I wanted my home and she needed her home.
We separated for the reasons of the safety of the heart.
There is a time where people must decide.
Better to walk away politely then to be torn apart by circumstances.

Today I hold you close.
I whispered "I never stop loving you.
You are my only sweet dream in my life.
I will always remember my beautiful Brigitte.
I never felt as safe as when I was in your arms.
You will be a sweet dream always."

Brigitte give me many sweet kisses.
We fall together on her soft bed.
She hold me tightly.

She whisper. " Love can be so sweet and then have the aftertaste of vinegar.
I will miss my Poet. Please be strong and don't forget me."

I ask her again.
"Did I thank you my beautiful Brigitte for being my lover and teacher that love
can be sweet and kind? You will be the sweet wine in the memory of a man who loved a
kind and wonderful woman once."


                                     Coyote



 




 

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Coyote, this was so amazing. I related to it instantly but in a different way. It brought me memories of my first husband who was stationed in Seoul Korea. I was only 16 years old. The love and understanding you spoke of here and the peace and lessons that someone from another place far away brought to you while you were so far away from your home are so tender and loving. You always have a way to make sense of situations that most would walk away and feel empty but you turn them into lessons of life. A very enjoyable and touching poem.

[Priyanka Natesh]

:') Such an amazing story, Mr Coyote. Thank you so much for this wonderful read

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading a old one. One of my favorite.

[Eric Cox]

Beautiful romance touched by the sadness of parting. A beautiful write. Excellent work.

[Ian Faraway]

Wow. The mysteries of love and its complexities and hardships. Love is something we all need, but its a need that must be handled with care. I LOVED this poem. Maybe my favorite poem by you yet. J'ADORE!

[KAREN]

Each line of the poem speaks to the reader in different ways, they speak of a deep love, they speak of memories, they speak of pain, but most of all they speak of a deep friendship!

[Mark]

So true your words are. You hit at the center of meaning clearly, and poignantly. Sweet wine and vinegar... what a wonderful metaphor for love that ends.

[Tina Kline]

This reads like your memoirs. Very well written. We all have memories that leave is regretting choices made.

[XxTheFallenAngelxX]

Aww.. So sweet! Great job!

[Shalini Dinesh (Poet's ..]

Did u ever meet her after that day? So eager to know.
Your words have love overflowing in them

[Coyote Poetry]

No I change my journey in life. Love is the goal of a young heart. I tried to make money and took many years to find the right path. In the old days. No internet. Hard to maintain a friendship with mail and great separation. I tried to track her down. People get marry and leave the old things behind.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Ahh!..Now you know Im going to have to ask you about Germany!..were you based there?..and if so where?

Wonderful write! and I empathize!

[Coyote Poetry]

Was station is a small town outside of Stuttgard. Best days of my life. I was 18-21 years old and roaming Europe.

[Alistair (Ali)]

A true Troubadour in the making!..I have not been to Stuttgart..yet, when I do i will raise a glass for you!