The kiss

Old age had taught me. Nothing sweeter than a kiss of love.

                                The kiss



The hot days of Summer days were upon us. Youth, wine, song and Germany were are blessings. We had the long Summer days to roam, talk and find new places to discover.

I was mesmerized by your beautiful hazel eyes and your willingness to dance in the ancient cities.  You were my dear maiden and I was your knight in shining armor.

We sat by the lake holding hands and holding the sweet kisses, tasting of the sweet German red wine. We talks of great dreams and travel. You were to be a doctor and I was going to save the world with my words. We had the strength of youth and hope.

Today images of two people holding on to their youth and their hope make me smile, leave me with kind and sweet place. I remember your hazel eyes, flowing blond hair and perfect tanned  sun-kissed legs from the kind Summer days.

We were lovers once and today, all I can remember is the warm and sweet kisses. The long embrace and us dancing to the city's music festivals, knowing the freedom of a real love, holding no regret and allowing the allure of sweet and kind love to overtake us.
 
The kiss,my friend. When real and true. No sweeter place to know.
                Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[modtoddinc]

I enjoyed this sweet romantic poem about a kiss... read through some of the comments and see that you are aware of some of the distractions in the write, only mention them because the poem is worthy and you have captured something beautiful and precious to many. Thank you for sharing your poetry.

~peace, Todd

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Todd. I appreciate the comment.

[Jamestown]

The tale told is so sweet and innocent, young love and freedom!
The kiss locks the memory away, I enjoyed reading this wonderful piece of work,
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[wordman]

this is a beautiful tale of love lived and lost
with a memory of a sweet kiss

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you wordman. After a time. Missed kisses become sweet memories to hold on to.

[wordman]

your welcome john

[lenabean]

This poem makes me smile, Coyote. Kisses are a common subject of poetry, but you give it a fresh meaning that doesn't feel overused at all. This was not just a poem, but a re-energizing love story. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lenabean. I agree. Many poems about the kiss. It is a good topic to think and write about.

[angeline]

I also believe that a kiss is a powerful expression of love.
Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. The first kiss and the real kisses are never forgotten. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Etta Beasley]

I am an absolute believer in a kiss being the most powerful form of love.. Great poem 😊

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. I agree. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[GreenEyedPoet]

As I was reading this, I could picture the whole scene. Beautiful piece John!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Those Green eyes girls were dangerous.

[GreenEyedPoet]

Haha I'm not dangerous.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have hazel eyes. 35 years ago. I was dangerous. Now just a Grandpa watching the grandchildren.

[GreenEyedPoet]

I'm to easy going to be dangerous lol.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The flow is there and intent in your words...I do believe this can be given a polish with the scheme of things in the over-all aspect of the presentation...the usage of Summer...is address with emphasis in the lines...as you said in the Author's note this is a new piece...so there is room for adjustment and give this a send-off...

[Corset]

That closing line is as good as it gets.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Two willing hearts connecting with the kiss. Kind memories we need to hold to. Thank you Corset for reading and the comment.

[Corset]

yes truly, congrats on a beautifully expressed kiss!

[Layi Tate]

It's so beautiful!!!!
"What a moment captured in time "

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Layi. I appreciate the comment.

[Chris]

I appreciate where your memories took me John... and the quiet chills of the echoes...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. Something we cannot forget.

[Layi Tate]

Yw .... I know that you do .