Monterey –part two–Love glances and stolen kisses
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
A new story being born
The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey. The sea was his last dream. January isn’t the perfect time for the sea. The Winter sea is angry and cold. He loved the Winter Pacific ocean. He liked her because she was pissed-off sea. She danced a wild and untamed dance.
The man like the old city on the bay. Had peaceful water and gentle people. He came to read/write poetry and wait for death. He loved the energy of the city. Musicians, artist and writers gathered nightly. The singer sang their song, the artist brought to life empty canvas and the poet/writers wrote and spoke.
Once he was famous here in Monterey. They call him the Poet. Always roaming the free sea and writing near the beach. He roamed with the surfers, musicians, artist and writers. He came back for a final goodbye to a dear friend. Beth was a writer, seller of necklace and natural herbs. He remembered her 25 years ago. Sitting at his feet and listening to his poetry. She called him the dark Poet. The poet of the song, of fatal and destitute ending. He loved her as she gave him glances of love when he spoke of war, love and peace. Their silence agreement was enough for the gift of love. They were lovers without greed of testing and killing the body. They held embrace and fell together as one. They slept connected and content. She taught him gentle caress, not desperate need.
Her long and warm kisses and the warmth of her body made him know peace. He would cupped her breast gently as the fell together into peaceful sleep. She never complained. She would whisper silence prayers to him when he slept. She felt his body fighting old wars and regret. She loved him so. On a full moon Winter night, she told him. I love you more than anyone. I love you more than myself.
He was in the Army and Beth was a California soul. She loved the sea and nothing to control or own her life. He told her. I’m a soldier. I’m told where to go and what must be done. I have ordered for Fort Hood, Texas. He eyes became filled with tears and she told him. Please stay with me Johnnie. The soldier life is a hard and lonely life. I’m here and you will be in Texas. Who will save me? Who will save you?
Beth found me on a Poetry site. I have written a thousand poems for her. She wrote me. Dear Johnnie. I’m still in Monterey and I’m alone now. If you want to find me. Come to Monterey. We can find old dreams, maybe create new ones.
I saw a auburn hair beauty coming toward me. Dear Beth still wearing long Summer sun-dresses and her eyes shone like a clear stream. She ran to me. Kissed me once than twice. We fell to the sand, held long embrace and shared hours of warm and sweet kisses. We sat together by the Monterey bay. Two friends, lovers holding silence till I told her.
I love you more than anyone. I love you more than myself.
© 2015 Coyote Poetry
Chapter two. I hope you like