A love story.

June poetry number eight.. Thank you dear Lisa. Made my sleeping mind work again. We need muses, we need songs and we must release our words to dance freely.

A love story.

It was a April Spring day and the first warm day of the new Spring. 

I drank  my whiskey alone and I wished to be elsewhere.

I sat by the lake and I watched the pretty German girls walk by me.

They shared smiles and I was thankful for the sun on my face and

the kind German girls, gifts of their smiles.

I saw the most beautiful girl walking toward me.

She was wearing her white Spring dress and she was barefoot.

She came to me and she looked into my eyes.

She asked me. Do you remember me?

I was your dance partner and you promised me a date yesterday.

I looked into her eyes and I told her.

Was I drinking?

She laughed at my words and she told me.

You are the laughing American, always singing and drunk.

Johnnie, my name is Daniela.

What are you drinking at 10 am in the morning?

I told her. Black Velvet whiskey. The poet ambrosia.

She took the bottle and she tasted the whiskey.

She whispered. You need better whiskey and to explore with me.

I asked her. Where to dear Daniela. Maybe Paris, maybe London?

I do love Basel and Florence. She smiled and she told me.

Tonight in  Tübingen.

A large gathering of people. Music, fun activities and kind people.

You would love. It is a college town and I booked a room already.

I want you to come with me, drink less and please dance with me.

I looked at her sun-kissed tan legs and I adored her long blond hair.

She was young and her eyes of ocean blue. They stole me away to dangerous places.

I asked her to sit with me and please tell me a story.

She sat across from me, her legs touching my legs.

She took my hands and she smiled.

She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. I found you last month and

we talked by the lake till 5 am in the morning. 

You made me laugh and I felt safe with you.

Do you remember? We kissed and you held me like a lover should.

I told her. I do remember you beautiful Daniela and

I told you on the Rainy March day.

I have nothing left.

Just a soldier swimming in s**t.

She embraced me tightly and she whispered.

Johnnie, Johnnie. No life is easy.

Please come with me today to the festival.

We can drink some, dance a lot and I will make you smile again.

She laid her head into my chest and she whispered.

My laughing and loud soldier,

please let's create a nice place where love can grow.

I caressed her legs and her feet.

 I looked into her soft and tender eyes and I told her. 

Love is costly.

Can we pay the payment?

She kissed my face, she kissed my lips.

She whispered. Yes we can my brave soldier.

We stood-up and she took me to her apartment.

She had her small storage bag packed and I watched her.

Her apartment was colorful and amazing.

She brought me coffee and cake.

She sat by my feet and she wrapped her arm around me.

She laid her head in my lap and she told me.

For six months, I have been following you and today at the lake.

I found you Johnnie. Tonight we will dance, sing and roam the carnival.

I will make you love me.

I told her. I love you already.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

She sounds like an angel coming to the rescue of a soldier who has lost his way, running on empty. Each one of us needs a guardian angel when we are in trouble. Beautiful lines Coyote of a kind soul wanting to make a difference to the life of another. Always good to read you. Happy Tuesday.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. Just a old memory. I needed today and you are right. All of us need the mercy of a kind voice.

[William Michael Reeves]

Her ocean blue eyes stole you away to dangerous places?!! Please tell me this is a true story. It had me engrossed. (First I've used that in a review)

[Coyote Poetry]

A true story. My first love. I was station in Germany from 1976-1980. Thank you, William, for reading and the comment.

[William Michael Reeves]

Just made it all real and better for it!

[Temperance]

What a lovely love story from days gone by. She sounds as if she were older than her years and wise. We all need someone like that at sometime in our life. A good read, Coyote! Temp

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Temperance. She was. I appreciate the comment.

[Temperance]

You’re most welcome.

[Dave Brown]

Do you happen to have her phone number
I have always enjoyed coffee and cake

[Coyote Poetry]

Well Dave, she got old too. Still living in Germany. I like coffee and cake too. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Aura]

This is a beauitful write, it talks of someone in theur lowest low, ans someone good entering their life for the better. True love does last in this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Aura. I keep dear Daniela alive in words. My first love in 1978.