Bad behavior.

September poetry number eleven.

Bad behavior..

Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting alone watching the Lake Huron dance at the end  of the pier. She would bring me a cold beer and we would share a bottle of the Black Velvet. She told me often. I don't like desperate men, I hate the begging men. Johnnie, Johnnie. Can you see me?

We sat on the pier, almost a month and you would say, hello. And you left me be. You and me, we love the picturesque Lake Huron and you taught me how to drink the soldier favorite drink. The Black velvet. How did you know. I needed the quiet?

I told her. Dear Amanda, I fancy the auburn gals with the wild hazel eyes. And I knew. You were seeking something, you had to find. I come to Port Austin to write and the quiet. The people are kind here and they ask few questions. I was glad I found your art studio and you requested to paint my old face. You were happy to paint my face on the pier. 

She smiled and she told him. I came to Port Austin in the early Spring. I loved the stormy nights and the wild Lake Huron. I have sin and I have sin, some more. My bad behavior made me seek solitude. I have killed many with my so-call love. I found you alone in the late Spring and you loved the silence and Lake Huron, more than me. I saw the million sins in your face, I saw the million tear that you had befell. I am glad you befriended me and I loved that you would listen to me.

I told her. We are like the Spring flowers. They sleep and they awake every new Spring. Our heart need a Winter. We need to rest and we must try to find reason and purpose. Dear Amanda, you love to create beauty unto canvas and the artist, like the writer. We love to create and we are not so good, at love.

Once I was a soldier, once I was a drunk and once, I was a businessman, who made millions for the rich people. Now my bad behavior led me to Port Austin to know peace. I learn I had enough and I didn't need anymore.

She smiled and she took my hands. She told me. Thank you Johnnie for befriended me. Now I have a friend, a dance partner and sometime to watch the Lake Huron with. We been together since early June. We drink coffee, we discuss our work and you make me feel. Adored. You don't steal from me and I willingly give my heart and body to you.

I told her. The Winter is coming dear Amanda. I hope I can keep you warm in the days of the Port Austin Winter. Lake Huron become madness in the Winter. You could create the masterpiece of the dangerous and dancing lake.

She reached over and she kissed me. She whispered. We found our safe haven. Please stay with me.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's discouraging and painful for me to read something that could be so beautiful with so many grammatical and syntax errors. I truly wish you had an editor, John. You write so wonderfully in expression, meaning and description but then, it falls short on presentation. If one writes in the English language I feel that one should at least be vaguely familiar with its rules and, if not, at least have an editor that is.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian. I am looking for the editor. She will come one day. Maybe?

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really wish you could find one for your work and get it all published in a book. I'd buy a copy! I enjoy your writing that much. I can see it in print, "Coyote Memoirs" or something akin to that. You should do that. Nobody on this site writes better nostalgic romance than you. I'd love to see you in print with the works edited neatly by a professional. Maybe you can find an editing service through this site. It might be worth looking into. I can't write the sort of stuff you do. You should rally to your artistic strength and get famous so I can buy that book for my collection.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Fabian. I retired today and I have more time to create and edit. Thank you for the kind words.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Congratulations on your retirement! And there's no need to thank me, I always say what I think, good or bad, it's a sort of curse I have. I was told by a cop once I had the "right" to remain silent but I've never had the ability. ;) Wishing you all the best, my friend.

[Just Kim]

This is such a wonderful and beautiful write, amazing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Just Kim for reading and the comment. We need to have a place to know peace.

[Sami Khalil]

An adorable love affair filled with truths of life, soldiering and loving. Your encounters bring life to needy and desirable ladies. Both of you adventure on Lake Huron. Wow! Love is always in the air and everywhere. You are a poet, lover, soldier. Much enjoyed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami for reading and the comment. Port Austin and Lake Superior. So powerful and untamed.

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well said. You are welcome sir Coyote.