The first time I saw your face…

The first time I saw your face-Two short poems.

Please paint me with your tender hands


A elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.
We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.
Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety of tender embrace and sweet kiss.
We must paint with our tenders fingers, a  perfect picture of two lovers finding the endless path of the sage of real love. Please paint me perfect, for when your love is near. You are my song and my will.


Your face


My kind muse is quiet. The sweet red wine and the morning daybreak brought her peaceful rest. I caressed her face with appreciating fingers. I laid my head against her  breasts,  listen to her beating heart.  She embraced me tenderly  with her kind embrace and she took me to perfect place. Where love become infinite and we can abandon  fear or regret. I looked at her face and I see landscape of beautiful journey and safe place to rest. I whispered to rising morning sun. Thank you for an Angel for a man who only knew darkness and despair.


John Castellenas/Coyote