Midnight confessions

Just words

                             

         Midnight confessions.

Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You were untamed, beautiful and you left me breathless and wanting.

You lifted a veil of innocence and made the nights become frenzy and not controlled. I wrote upon your bare skin with content fingertips and gentle oil.
"You are my poetry.
You are my love.
You are my curse and my blessings.
You are everything I need"

You laughed at my words and you whispered the midnight confession, lover whispered when lust, lips and the body demand payment. Glistering tan legs, stomach and tempting shoulders and beautiful face.  Made me wish upon a Winter star. Please stay.

Old Poet sat alone in a Ann Arbor tavern and wrote into a journal.
"You were not poetry.
You were not love.
You were a curse and a blessing.
You made the nights come alive and taught me.
Love is so damn sweet and so damn painful."

Today I would do the journey again and I wished upon the Summer stars. Please bring Jenny back to me. I'm willing to pay the price. I know. Love cost splenty and I'm willing to pay the payment.

                            John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

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Deep and poignant as always......

Life is full of experiences, some positive, some negative. What they both become in time is memories. To live in the moment, is to live life to its full potential. Choices are made and memories are stored. Hindsight is a beautiful thing. If only we could have use of it in those much needed moments. Lovers would never be lost and heartache could be avoided.

Regrets are all a part of life. And for each of us, they shape who we were and who we have become.

Another beautiful write, Coyote. Soft, gentle and wisdom for the heart. Well Done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dooley. I appreciate the comment.

[Bala Gorthi]

Some memories and people are precious. The irony is they are both blessing and curse..because they make us long for them.
I loved reading this confession Sir.
I am willing to pay the price.love costs plenty and I am willing to pay the payment. Beautiful!
Thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Bala and I agree. Memories become less painful with time. I appreciate the comment.

[Ardra]

Beautiful as ever...."You are my poetry.
You are my love.
You are my curse and my blessings.
You are everything I need"..
When you write the story comes alive....thanks for sharing it with us :)
Love does come at a price.....so true

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes love does and thank you Ria for reading and the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Beautifully full of love and the story of loss and love all the more!
" Love cost plenty"?

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. I appreciate the comment.

[Najam Us Saher]

This is so heart touching. Loved it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Najam. I appreciate the comment.

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome :)

[AYVID N]

You were a curse and a blessing.
You made the nights come alive and taught me.
Love is so damn sweet and so damn painful."

Where did the days go? Where did the love go? All whipped away by the winds. Time is so cruel sir, it marches on, changing everything we hold precious, taking everything away.

And what remain are our fervent prayers. The concuding lines are so touching...

"Today I would do the journey again and I wished upon the Summer stars. Please bring Jenny back to me. I'm willing to pay the price."

Applause!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Divya. I appreciate the comment.

[AYVID N]

The poem is wonderful. You are most welcome sir.

[Ruth]

Seldom do folk realise with love there is mostly always a price, good or bad, we just have to accept that and rise above it, this is so beautifully longing and nostalgic :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Poppy. You are right. Any gift of love is a blessing.

[Diamond]

Very beautiful Coyote. Especially I loved the transition from the winter star to the summer star...Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

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