A little death…
A little death….
Silky skin, wine and song took us here.
You are as pretty as the rising sun my love.
Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you.
You were like sweet Fall honey. Your kind and gentle voice caressed me like a gentle and needed Summer breeze. Your hands opened new storms of love and need that were just illusions.
I whispered I loved you in the darkness of locked motel rooms.
You told me. I will break your heart. I’m wild and not tamed. Love will break our backs and leave us with tears.
I knew the ending at the beginning.
We were just a shadow dance where two bodies rage and crash for the need of the body.
You called our Motel rendezvous just interlacing of two people wanting a little death only.
People who bled out, don’t need love.
I told you. You are my darkness, my daybreak. I wished I found you before we turn to brick and steel.
We could of loved like Romeo and Juliet. Love so hard and raised a fire of love so strong for the Angels to see..
You laughed and held me tighter. You whispered. Dear Johnnie, the dead are dead. Can’t arise again.
John Castellenas/Coyote
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Thank you my friend.
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Great post, John! Especially loved the line:
I knew the ending at the beginning.
Sometimes the ecstasy is worth the pain, scars and loss isn’t it??? Better than to have never known Bliss and the Rush Of Oneness, isn’t it???
😊✨✨🎉👍
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I agree my friend. We must attempt the dance or wished we did. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Just goes to show the power and appeal man seems unable to resist! I think this started with Adam choosing to sin with Eve rather than be without her???
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