Sweet bondage.

Many kinds of beauty. Elixir of the sweet kiss and to get lost in the eye of the woman with the sea in her clear blue eyes.

                       Sweet bondage

Blessed are the lovers unafraid of the long night.
Mending and altering their dreams for the tenderness of the sweet kiss
and long embrace.

Allowing Leonard Cohen song. "lady midnight" to lead two people to find a retreat
in the privacy of secret passion and new emotions.

Sweet red wine nourished the desire  to the splendour of two people opening
new doors never to be closed.

The lover caressed her soft and tender feet. Slowly removing garment of clothing from his love.
Enjoying the exquisite of glistening  soft skin and beautiful blue eyes asking for more.

The final piece of clothing slipped to her feet.
The young lovers knew.The sweet bondage of the  embrace.
Two people with nothing to hide.
Must swim in the harvest of passion.

Long nights lead to long days.
The kiss gain strength till the lovers learn.
They have reached the ending.

The mercy of love is fair.
The sweet bondage will not be forgotten.
In sweet dreams.
A old man watches a sleeping garment fall to the ground of a blue eyes beauty.
He feel weak and content to know.

He was once fearless in the dance of love.

                               Coyote



 

Author's Note

Good to be fearless in the dance of love and life.

Reviews

[Astrid]

Lovely, romantic, and elegantly tasteful.Must say, the title made the think something a little kinkier :P

3rd stanza: perhaps change "splendid" to "splendour" to help it flow better?
4th stanza: "garment of clothing" a garment is clothing, having them together like this is strange; maybe only have one present in this line?

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Astrid for reading and the help. I do appreciate.

[Astrid]

No problem :) Happy to help

[Astrid]

Second to last line: "He feel weak and content to know." maybe change to "feels"?

[Valentine]

Beautiful, and knowing you are a bit older than a youngster, I can imagine these memories often come alive in real life. One question. Is the picture of your wife? She looks sweet and innocent. I thank God for keeping this type of memory alive in our hearts. Nice write, thank you..Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

No. My first love. A girl in Germany. We lived together for one year. She gave me my first journal at eighteen. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

The reflection of what once was is bittersweet in this write, John. The wild abandon of young love is but a memory now, but a strong one. The imagery you employ is so vivid. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. You are right. Distance make all things less painful.

[Jamestown]

This is so good, gentle but bold! I like this approach a lot, I think I just learned something
great job and thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading. One of my older poem. Good to rebirth good memories and places.

[Tom]

Very natural and uncomplicated, a love divine !

[Rose of many colours]

I totally agree because it is the essence of the power of love and life .. I find the beginning of this piece interesting.. "blessed" Very romantic....

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Rose for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ruth]

This is wonderfully expressed. The connection is everything. Hard to hold on to but it so is. This is a beautiful poem hon. Much enjoyed x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. Love is sweet bondage.

[Ruth]

Always hon, indeed it is :)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

"He was once fearless in the dance of love." I admire you for such courage to dance in the music of love...

Once in my life I thought I was brave enough to speak the words of my heart. But later on, I realize that there are some battles you would win over without sacrificing the most important thing in your life. There are some battles where it's better to be a loser in the eyes of many but victorious deep inside.

We have different situations, so I admire you for your strength.
For me, one should be careful in identifying his own feelings because he might say love, lust, or infatuation are same things. LOL.

Nice poem, CP.

[Coyote Poetry]

Lust is for the body. Love is for the soul. Holding hands and long walks/talks is true love. I don't remember the sex I had. I do remember the people who held me close and we talks and enjoyed the simple things in life. Thank you for reading and the comment. There is love.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I'm sorry if I might have mislead you with my third paragraph. I mean, in other situation...
That's the real man. I salute you for that CP. You're different from other guys when talking about women. And I know you're only remembering those good old days with her.

[Talkless]

Once again you did it......well writen.....bravo!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the positive review.

[Helen Woodward]

I think love brings its own bondage and that is the message I have from this excellent poem. When two people are matched in feeling they don't need anything else. You have a wonderful understanding of what it is to be truly in love :)

Cheers...
Helen.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Helen. Old age had made me wiser.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I must tell you my friend, this is breathtaking!... a love like this is unforgettable...
You need to write a book about your life, if you haven't already...
Nothing solidifies love more than this "sweet bondage" in which you have depicted...

"The final piece of clothing slipped to her feet.
The young lovers knew.The sweet bondage of the embrace.
Two people with nothing to hide.
Must swim in the harvest of passion."~ This exposes more than the flesh... Gorgeous write!~xoxo~

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robbie. You are so kind. I'm trying to write with more skill and purpose. I appreciate the good writers on the site. Allow me to learn and get better.