Painted memories

Just words

                               Painted memories

My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth.
I have so many canvases of us.
You and I.
Mirror reflections finding proper place.
I have told the midnight hour.
I  need the honey kiss of a perfect beauty.


You are near and you are so far.
Once you told me.
  --Lover, lover, my lover.
White lies, black lies, demanding lies.
Words  whispered to private places and locked doors.
In the morning. Our true faces must appear.
We must accept love with a mountains of walls to climb over or
we must accept the life we have known.

Pretty pictures are childhood wishes are just utopia for the dreamer.
Real love come rarely and when she appeared.
Must paint a place where lovers can run free and wild.
My lover, my dear love.
Sometime  we must make the wish and dream last all day and all night.
We must lay in deep embrace and stay awake ensuring the kind and sweet moment
are painted memories. We cannot forget."

--
I whispered sweet Liz, beautiful Elizabeth.
The first look into your beautiful eyes. I lost control. My control world became a prison.
You left me breathless and I need to lay you down on soft bed.
Hold you like you are my first wish and last wish.
Today my pen and paper send secret messages to you.
Painted words and thoughts for you my dear love.

                          John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

just words

Reviews

[Nicole Laszlo]

This was definitely unique. I have to say, I absolutely loved the first stanza. Canvasas being reflections, and the allusion of speaking to a point in time. A point that lovers love and the lonely (not necessarily single) seem to despise. I love that the second stanza continued with the picture reference and added to them now being memories. Not to be forgotten..

Felt almost like a classic piece. Not not normal pick in poetry, since I'm not the romantic type, but this was well appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Nicole. I appreciate the kind words. Give me reasons to write.

[Hebe]

Your romantic heart, pours out of every word ...... enchanting!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Hebe. Without knowing love. What are we?

[Hebe]

An empty vessel ...

[barleygirl]

This is one of your most passionately-written sensual journeys, along with a heavy helping of lack of inhibition. I think you've pushed outside your usual boundaries, as far as expressing your descriptions with high imagination. Great job!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Valentine]

Like the words, but just not into tattoos of any shape or kind. Why spoil God's perfection. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear friend and thank you for reading.

[Pryde Foltz]

Wonderful write, John:):)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pryde. I appreciate the comment.

[The dark story]

Stunning. You always say "just words" but they are far more than that. Every word, every line is a living part of yours.
"I have so many canvases of us.
You and I."
"The first look into your beautiful eyes. I lost control. My control world became a prison."
These are my favourite lines, so passionate, so touching.
Keep writing. May your pen never stops. It's a pleasure to read your work

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Atiba. I appreciate your positive and kind comment. You are very kind.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Oh I have no words to describe my feelings and thoughts. This is really, really beautiful poem of love.

Thank you for sharing it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sarah. I do appreciate your comment.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Such a lovely poem. So deep with full of emotions and beauty of love. "just words" ?? No way I say"Just love"

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Your most welcome :)

[PhoenixDown]

"I have so many canvases of us."

"In the morning. Our true faces must appear."

"The first look into your beautiful eyes. I lost control. My control world became a prison."

Jeez man... that last line is incredible. I love the picture too. It conveys all the right messages I imagine coupled with this piece. Gah this one was heavy and I would love to hear with music. Beautiful work John.

Trey

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. When the love is good. It is unforgettable.

[PhoenixDown]

Indeed. No matter how badly one may even want to forget it...