I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of lights.
We became part of the midnight myths and we danced where Hemingway lived his books. We create our places with the ancient lovers finding dance and song inviting hot and dangerous nights.
You told me. "I want lover's tryst and to have the vagabond heart. Love should be set in motion for us to be serenaded by sensuous kiss and wicked embrace seen by the Paris moon. I want us enraged with explosive lovemaking. Making the sleeping Gods come alive my Johnnie."
Exquisite beauty danced for me by the lights of the candles. The open windows allowed us to see the Paris lights. I watched her dance to the song of Leonard Cohen. "A thousand kisses deep."
I told her. You are a beauty to behold. A lucky man last dream and hope. I want you nude and free till the noon hour. I want us to find the places where lovers find the sequel of perfect embrace. Where touch of soft skin and tender bodies reach their limits. Allow wanting lips and beautiful faces to become a permanent tattoos upon heart and mind.
Beautiful lady came to me. She fell to the floor and she embraced my waist. She looked up and her hazel eyes stole my thoughts. She whispered. "This is Paris. We are young and life is in the front of us. Let's trick the Gods of work, till we find death and the men who send soldiers to war. We need to make our time of youth a parable of two people who knew love and kiss. Didn't want to know the ending, only the beginning. Allow the night to teach us to know the feel of skin against skin. Dancing the tango in open bars and holding love as life. Life as love."
I brought my love near and I whispered. I agree. John Castellenas/Coyote
Another well-expressed poem of love! You do a better job of conveying loving experiences than most poets. I love the way memories & senses are all woven together, details about the city, the beloved, the remembered sensory observations, etc. You bring your reader right thru the experience, almost like being a bug on the wall. Your writing inspires other writers to want to be as intensely vivid
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
Good to be vivid. Distance from place make the dance more wonderful? I told my kids. Travel, test li.. read moreGood to be vivid. Distance from place make the dance more wonderful? I told my kids. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. These are the wealth of a good life.
Another well-expressed poem of love! You do a better job of conveying loving experiences than most poets. I love the way memories & senses are all woven together, details about the city, the beloved, the remembered sensory observations, etc. You bring your reader right thru the experience, almost like being a bug on the wall. Your writing inspires other writers to want to be as intensely vivid
Posted 8 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
8 Years Ago
Good to be vivid. Distance from place make the dance more wonderful? I told my kids. Travel, test li.. read moreGood to be vivid. Distance from place make the dance more wonderful? I told my kids. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. These are the wealth of a good life.
I liked reading this. Using sensuality as a trope, the piece manages to intertwine the backdrop of Paris and the love and passion for one's lover with alacrity. I particularly appreciate the use of shorter sentences to get to the unfolding, to get to what this is all about without wasting time in verbal paraphernalia.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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