Forget me not

Just words.

                           

 

          Forget me not
I dreamed of you. I dreams of us.
I picked-up the phone.
I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.
I dreamed of your long legs and I dreams of your lips upon my lips.

I don't dial the phone. I whispered to the darkness.
Dear Ambrosia.
Why did you allow me to dance the dangerous tango with you?
Why my Abrosia did you promise me love and you awoke my need to love and dance again?

I remember you whispered to be on the dance floor.
Be careful what you wish for. Great wishes make us wish for a miracle.
Dear Poet. No miracles in this life.
Just us wishy washy people who daydream love is sweet and forever.
We are more Tomfollery  than honest when the song is good and the skin demand attention.

I remember you. I remember us.
We went to the private motel room.
You removed your clothing slowly, allowing my eyes to be blessed by hidden  skin and your perfect curvy body.
You come to me you whispered.
Am I running toward you or away dear Johnnie?

I put the phone away and I whispered to the lonely night.
Forget me not dear Ambrosia.
We played lovers and we played liars.
Two strangers seeking perfection and perfect love in a world where love is lost.
I do remember you.

                         John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

this is the poetic beauty at its finest, Dear friend...the vivid portrayal of the longing sensuality, mesmerizes the reader. your play on words and lyrical fluidity is a treat for the senses, i can taste the Resiling...this has to be one of my favorites on here...i thank you for this amazing work of art ~ x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[ms. barrie]

you’re most welcomed, dear friend, was a pleasure to read :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and if we are not careful we will "daydream" our life away----all that we could do, could accomplish, all those we could love...they stay in our mind---never become actuality...

we need to go for it when we have the chance.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

All of us need a Dante's love. One Beatrice to enhance our writing. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Matthew Kult]

Lovingly lustful

Great Read

Matthew

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Matthew. I appreciate the comment.

[Tony Jordan]

Two to tango and two to play the game - the hyper-awareness game of proper seduction where even the smallest of inflections and tiniest of tells in a look or a movement of lips can mean 'game-over'.
You painted a sensual image Coyote - made my mouth dry...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Tony. I appreciate the amazing comment.

[Wonderland Asylum]

I am at a loss for words!
This is amazing work that you have here, outstanding words, words that wrap around the reader, making them want to read to the last word.
Flawless.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Emo_Cat. I appreciate the comment.

[Moonie]

"Just us wishy washy people who daydream love is sweet and forever" i love this haunting, bitter sweet write! All your poems are so dreamy and ethereal, but also so haunting and emotive...you talk of the beautiful dream that love is, giving fair share to all the fairy tale like fantasies, but you also always show us how heartbreaking it can be, how there is always sadness associated with it...i love this bittersweet feel that you always kindle! ❤

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[apennylate]

Forget me not, dear Ambrosia... A tellingly sweet tilt of German Summer wine gets me loose on the dance floor... A gorgeous detailing of loving imagery...

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Rosalind Gale]

I miss so much these days, as I am always stopping to think. Motels and phones, love surrounds, memories, summer wine, and the love of your words. I am glad to come by and read your poems. I hope you are well, dear poet.
Rosa
-x-

[Poetic License]

I find it rather irksome that you put down your beautiful soul, shared so eloquently with us all, as "just words." Your "just words" are brilliant and honest, a potent remedy for a lack-luster world.

We played lovers and we played liars. - This line continues to resonate within my heart. I love your choice of the word, "played." Both parts were played, neither being real, neither ever intended to become real. That is the sense I have. It's as though the writer looks back and realizes that even then, neither Ambrosia nor the writer were who they needed to be to make the moment real. They were both players upon the stage of the world.

How strange that often times it is our greatest performances that awaken in us a true desire to make the play the reality.

So well written, my friend. The heart of this speaks to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the kind words and your comment.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I your structure here along with the verses of longing, emotions, and the sense of time passing in a relationship!
The picture by the sea is wonderful and thought provoking.
Something like a love letter with style and grace.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Josie. A love letter never to be mailed.