Needing and bleeding

Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.

                                     Needing and bleeding

I have lived and died in your arms. You were my salvation and my death.
Sweet kisses once held so precious seem so far away.
Once you told me. I was your everything and only need. Sweet words turned dirty with time.

I use to pray for someone like you. Wild and fearless in life and dreams. I didn't know you can't hold the wind or control the hurricane. The free road and great dreams had no time for love.

You found me after we parted. Your kind blue eyes filled with tears asked me to be okay. I told you. It is okay honey. Love is twisted. We can't get what we want. We learn to accept less. Whiskey, song and taverns are a safe friend. They request little and I can forget your beautiful face sometimes.

My sweet friend whispered. Love lead us to madness. We were lace, sweet read wine and hiding away in our small  apartment. You can't disappear my love. Life isn't love. Life is hard work and goals.

I told her I remembered her barefooted in her white lace dancing to Leonard Cohen. You gave me a journal and a ring. Made me know what love could be. We almost had it all and we allowed the decisions of our world to kill what we had. I believe love is needing and bleeding. I'm bleeding now. It is a slow and easy death. I won't die. I will learn love is a part of life. Changes to different needs. Today I love the whiskey, the cigarettes and the taverns. They don't want too much. I wrote a poem for you.

                                Needing and bleeding

I found you near the lake.
Your sweet voice and dreams stole my heart.
You took me to your apartment.
I drank of your tender skin. You drain my body till I couldn't move.

You painted my empty life.
I was swimming in the madness of love.
I needed your kiss,  I needed your embraced.
We locked the doors and fell into a private place.
Where lovers danced freely  and learn true meaning of kiss and touch.

I didn't know. Love was needing and bleeding. I didn't know love was balanced
on a thread and just  myth of tale to be written.

I have your face imprinted upon my heart. Now  I understand Dante's love for his Beatrice.
What we cannot have. Make us less hopeful in love and happy endings.
                                  Coyote



She looked very sad and she asked for me to go home with her. I laughed and I told her.  I may be drunk. Not drunk enough to be foolish. First dance, last dance we did already.  You tore my heart out and left me for dead.
I have bled enough for me. You are beautiful and a temptation. Love cannot be mirrored. Dead love is dead love.  Can't rebirth something buried in a shallow grave. She left me with questions in her eyes.

I sat alone in the tavern and I saw in visions. I was dancing alone without her.  I remembered her perfect skin and long legs. I raised my glass of whiskey to the Gods and said. Thank you for the damned education.


                              Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, as always, I delight in reading your words. There are a few minor corrections, that by no means take away from the beauty of this exceptional piece. (Not exceptional for you, but compared to others)
First line, your arms, Second stanza used to, Last line, thank you for the damned education.
Wonderful write, as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the help and stopping by. I do appreciate.

[Rute Santos]

The way you express everything it's just amazing. Thanks so much for sharing! :D

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Needing and bleeding

I found you near the lake.
Your sweet voice and dreams stole my heart.
You took me to your apartment.
I drank of your tender skin. You drain my body till I couldn't move.

You painted my empty life.
I was swimming in the madness of love.
I needed your kiss, I needed your embraced.
We locked the doors and fell into a private place.
Where lovers danced freely and learn true meaning of kiss and touch.

I didn't know. Love was needing and bleeding. I didn't know love was balanced
on a thread and just myth of tale to be written.

I have your face imprinted upon my heart. Now I understand Dante's love for his Beatrice.
What we cannot have. Make us less hopeful in love and happy endings.
Coyote



So beautiful This one was sad but hot so much heat to
it very sensual could feel the emotions in this write
very strongly but still beautiful as well.



thank you for sharing your feelings and thoughts
and thank you for your lovely review and comments
you left on my page I appreciate it.


Blessings. kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kindred poet for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

It's a pleasure my friend. you're quite welcome. I enjoy reading your work. blessings. kindred poet

[willweb]

I should read this again and again, I could learn something here. But probably not, it seems I am beyond learning. However, this poem, Coyote, was love, the good and the bad, the sweet and the sour and that fine place right in the middle where we should lean and learn. I really enjoyed this today.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. No-one learn the easy way. We look for new ways to be tortured. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Coyote Poetry]

In between everything and nothing, as my quote says, lays love, you capture that here so well my friend, through all your many life experiences, and story's I've read thus far from you, there is always such a wonderful wisdom, and here, again, Love teaches us everything. It brings or all or nothing, and it's just full of perception how you bring this. I can't read it a thousand times... thank you friend. You are a true gem.

- Elisa

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Elisa. Jack London, Dryden and Ben Jonson have been giving me reasons to write.

I'm so glad John those are your inspirations... I will come by for more.

[Lydia Shutter]

Love....it can leave us powerless or it can empower us to do all sorts of things. She left a real imprint on your heart, that much is certain. Your words are a romantic whisper, John. She painted your life and now it is back to black and white....poignant to say the least. So lovely. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. I got over her years ago and I learn. Be careful what you wish for. You may get it.

[Longing Breaks]

your writing and perception is beautiful, the longing and pain is succinctly profound; the need to feel ourselves bleed into awakening with the help of a perceived loved one, is a powerful declaration that can often make us feel powerless. thank you for sharing of yourself.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate.

[John Anderson]

Cleverly written and quite unique. Well done

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. I appreciate the comment.