Sacred places and sweet dreams
Sacred places and sweet dreams
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation.
Sacred places and sweet dreams
She traced my skin with soft hands and tender touch.
She had locked the doors and lite the incense candles of the free wildflowers.
She created a radiance of paradise where frail love can become wild and free.Her surging want increased as she added sweet kiss and embrace.
She had locked the doors and lite the incense candles of the free wildflowers.
She created a radiance of paradise where frail love can become wild and free.Her surging want increased as she added sweet kiss and embrace.
She rubbed oil of lavender, slowly moving her hands and body over my resting body.
I had promised not to move till she was complete in her task.
I had promised not to move till she was complete in her task.
Her warm skin against my skin awoke my tamed and controlled heart.
She move her breast across my body allowing her long blond hair to cover my face and chest.
She move her breast across my body allowing her long blond hair to cover my face and chest.
Her fragrance of fresh flowers in her hair made me want to pull her near.
She whispered to me. “Your time shall come my love. We have time to savor the kiss, the gentle touch
and find the secret places reserved for lovers unafraid of the kind night.”The night hours are upon two bodies running free and wild in the want and need of love.
Lover’s love, dreamer dream. They try to find peace in the slumber of two restless hearts learning to become one.
Coyote/John Castellenas
I loved this one. Beautiful)
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment.
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Such a lovely memory to recollect and share. A dreamlike quality. I have wondered about the photos myself. Now I know. What a great trove you have to call upon.x
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Old photos become more valuable with time. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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This is so beautiful! I enjoyed your poetry! Lovely………….. Neeky
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John, I really enjoyed this one. Thank you.
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Thank you Audrey for reading and the comment. I appreciate the kind words.
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I always enjoy reading your words, John.
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I have been enjoying your work for some time. There is something I wanted to ask you about the images you include, are they originals or have you added the oldened feel to them? Always beautiful and at times somewhat melancholy.
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They are my pictures. Most are very old. Some photos were carry in the wallet for many years. I saw 40 countries with my time in the military. I was lucky to seen beautiful places and people. I have 10 photo books of Europe, war and USA.
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They are beautiful. Thank you for sharing them and for letting me know.
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What a lovely memory.. the way another person’s hair cover your face… great poem… Lover’s love, dreamer’s dream sums it up
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Thank you Bjorn. Old memories get better with time and separation.
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