The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988)

Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.

                      The twisted dance of love
                      (Written in 1988)

I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.
I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.
They shine like the shining night stars on a clear night.
You tell me. You are so good to me, so kind to me.

I tell you. I love you. You are my reasons to be alive.
You looked away from me and whisper. I don't want love. Too heavy a burden to carry for me
and we are too young to lose our thoughts and hope to one place or person.

In the heat of sex, you whispered. I love you Johnnie,
but in the dance of kiss and embrace is where hungry and desperate people show appreciation
for the wild descend and abandoning places where two people are not afraid to reveal who they truly are.

I forgot to separate love from lust again. Falling into love with no safety net. I know the nectar of love is too sweet, the love burst of emotion take us to fragile place where we undress, un-bare our heart and soul. Sometime the fragment of love isn't enough.

I watched your eyes. Soft and tender blue eyes and  I listen to your words of great dream and journey. I see the need to stay and escape in your words. I know. Love isn't fair.

The twisted dance of love need two true people.
                           Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Old poetry with a re-write.

Reviews

[JayceeC]

I think women in general had a screwed up vision of what we needed to be in the 80's and early 90's. the product of too much free love and women's lib combined I think..we forgot that our souls needed love too, and what real love looks like. It does not weigh us down, but lifts us up. Giving your all is what it is supposed to be, but your right, it does need two true hearts, to keep the music playing. Love these memoir writes of yours. They are wonderfully sensual, in a very tasteful manner that deals with human foibles. Jan

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jaycee. You are right. In the end. Woman and men are different. Different needs and wants. Each of us needing more or less.

[AaronFreitas]

"I forgot to separate love from lust again. Falling into love with no safety net." Man can I relate to those lines. A great write... you said it perfect with love isn't fair. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Aaron. I appreciate the comment. Love is hard work to maintain.

[sereenaoutloud]

this is beautiful ..true love so rare and hard to find. When 2 hearts are both feeling the same giving and taking equally.,such magic.

Brilliant write Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sereena. I appreciate the comment.

[Pryde Foltz]

in the dance of kiss and embrace is where hungry and desperate people show appreciation
for the wild descend and abandoning places where two people are not afraid to reveal who they truly are.

Splendid penning, my friend:0

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. I appreciate the kind words.

[B]

I love it

so tender and real

Real love and not lust
Its warm and totally enrapturing the soul

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to fine real love. Rarely touches our life. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Mirjana Ilic]

wow
wow
wow

I really, but I mean really like this. It is absolutely beautiful and I can connect with every syllable.
I don't know what to say...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. You are very kind.

[Confuser]

Coyote: Oh I love The twisted dance of love, great title. The writing is decadent, descriptive, and I loved it...I wish the dance could have continued, but as your character writes, too young, and will continue to search, for a soulmate, I suppose. The details are perfect, the nector, the tender words, the emotions, just fabulous, I wished I were her! How beautiful - you are a wonderful writer, you have a broad audience with this poem, my only hope is more people will read. Lovely. Thank you so very much. Dale

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dale. You comment is more than enough.

[Confuser]

My pleasure....

[Matching Socks]

I think I read the original, still so full of emotion that makes the heart squeeze and ache with longing.
For love to exist and stay...

[Coyote Poetry]

I found and did a re-write. Old journal appeared on desk and the new words come alive. Thank you Ana for reading and the comment.