Secret love and hidden wants
She declared. “you are foolish. You don’t want to be captive and bounded by sweet kiss and embrace? You don’t want a lover at your feet. A willing woman taking you to wild and not so tamed places?”
Old Poet smiled. He looked at the beautiful and tempting woman and told her. “I have wished for days and nights where passion is everlasting. I want tender flesh against me. It was my only goal once. I retreated for many reasons. Regretful deeds and actions had left me empty. We rake and heap our place”
Woman don’t understand when man isn’t smitten with want for them. The Poet saw her beautiful eyes, her wanting lips and perfect body with curves and valleys to be touched and discovered. She asked him. “Do you think of me? Is there fire left to be radiated by what I could do for you? In your eyes I see your wishes and need. You listen to me and I feel your eyes and mind trying to seek secrets thoughts and need without engaging in
touch or control'”
The Poet smiled and told her. “Don’t start a fire, you cannot put out. If I knew the layers of your body and mind and I drank the taste of your skin. I would lose myself and never return. The fury of love cannot be stopped. My destination would be sadness. Some woman are held forever. Some woman are like the Helen of Troy. You will die for them. Woman can be savage in need and they can retreat at their will.”
Pretty Poet asked. “If you don’t dance or know the fury of uncontrolled love. How will you engage in life?
Old Poet stood up and kissed the pretty writer and said. “You are far from me and I’m safe. Some woman have the spark. With one word and a gentle smile. The movement of leg to tempt the poor man to look and want more. Moving shoulders to show suppliant breasts making the poor man falling to dangerous places and needs. I know imagination lead to flood of hope. Bequeath love is forever. Safety laid in lucid and undeclared love.”
She retreated for a moment. Her prowess and confident building new strength. She knew the old Poet would steal her away in a New York minute and never release her. She knew the eyes don’t lie. She saw the love in his eyes for her.
Coyote/John Castellenas
So what was the best solution, looking back, in your opinion if you don’t mind my asking.
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In the end. You give into love. I look back and I wished I danced more and loved more. I got lucky. Took me 36 years to find wife. I did okay. I raised four children and my life is fine. Is is better to be careful. Some people are not forever. If you want forever and someone else, just want a dance. Can be hurt. Lisa, life is chances took.
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Thank you, John. With all my heart. Thank you. I had decided in my heart that love always wins, but sometimes we are made to feel guilty for no reason at all. Thank you. 🙂
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You are welcome.
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Its a different style for you, i love it… very much, the sensual side, Over the top..I think John is in love…what a lucky girl.
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Came from a old poem. I was single and lived in Monterey 1992-1994. I was a mystery. Wasn’t chasing every skirt. Woman don’t trust a man who don’t have a game plan. I was enjoying the sea and traveling the coastline.Trying to accomplish my poetry and get published.
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It’s lovely…revisited or not. Sorry, if I was suggestive…
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Good to visit old places and find new places to learn new creation. Thank you Katie, You are wonderful and kind for reading.
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You are wonderful and your writing exquisite. Thank you for reading me.
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Really great piece, an awareness of the long-term impact of an immediate passionate decision that most men just don’t have…well written!
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Old age make a man wiser if he is lucky.Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Such loveliness and pain.
Eternal partners.
Alive.
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Thank you Meredith. Wasn’t eternal. Some woman can frighten a man also.
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I guess I thought more about the dance between embracing one thing… and the duality of knowing that, on some level… something feels painful about the decision. It’s such a beautiful piece of writing. It reminded me of no’s I’ve said. It’s very beautiful; I’m sorry I didn’t just say that. My apologies. Meredith
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