The storm

Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone.

                                    The storm

Love can be like a gentle rain.
 It can be like a thunderstorm to the heart.

A fall day in 1987. A auburn hair beauty came to my door with six wine coolers
and a smile. Requested to join me in my apartment.
She told me she broke-up with her boyfriend and needed company.

I invited her in and she removed her coat.
Showing me long  tan legs and a perfect body.
Her short skirt left me dreaming of thing I shouldn't have.

Sweet Jennifer had great dreams. She was going to be a designer of clothing.
She loved to dance and laugh. She was barely 19 years old.

I was not old in age. Just old in spirit. I was just tire and accepted my life.
Work and more work.

Jennifer came to me. She sat between my legs.
 Looked into my eyes and told me. "You are very kind to me.
You taught me to be a manager with patience and kindness.
I see how you look at me. I don't mind. I want you to desire me. "

Love is like a hurricane.
Make us wish for things we should not touch.
Some woman are held forever. Some woman want to dance for  awhile.
Steal your kiss and touch. Leave you wishing for more.

I whispered. "My beautiful Jennifer. I'm cold and heartless. You need someone
young and hopeful. Not a tire man."

She kissed my hands and looked into my eyes and whispered. "Dear Johnnie, It will
be alright. I don't want you to own me. I want a man touch. I want to drown in passion
and owe no regret. I'm tire of love. I need to feel everything. I want to know pleasure,
pain and wild ecstasy. "

The desire of sex and love can be twisted. I knew the payment when you dance on the hot
coals of love with no payment. Jennifer came into my life like a hurricane from hell.
Wanting everything and needing nothing.

I told her she could stay. She rewarded me with a sweet kiss and drank down her
wine cooler. She gave me a smile and requested me to follow her to my bedroom. I followed
her knowing.

There is no return back. I watched her undress. Her wanting eyes braking down my defense
and  making me forget.

All things have payment. When you fall into bed with the devil. The devil always win.
The gift of flesh need high payment. I knew the payment before the first dance.

Sweet Jennifer laid upon the bed. Her nude  body was tanned from tender  feet to beautiful face.
Her blue eyes looking into my eyes. She told me. "It will be okay my Johnnie. We have nothing to lose and everything to gain."

I stripped away my cloths. Joined my beautiful Jennifer on the soft bed.
I told her. "When you are fulfilling the flesh. The heart will lose."
She smiled and brought me closer.

Life is fair. No fairytale endings when you open the door without true love.
Me and Jenny tried three times to create a permanent relationship
in a five year period for some sort of love.

I knew already. Two kinds of woman. One kind of woman you hold and love forever.
The other kind of  woman can't be held down. A wise man is prepared for the sad ending.

Many hurricanes for a man who loved the road. Sweet Jenny broke my heart three times.
I would do it again. Better to had loved and danced than wished you did.

                                     Coyote
                          Written in 1988/rewrote in 2014

Author's Note

Old story. Same ending.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

Wow. What a powerful work! I love the poetic feel you gave the piece overall, yet, it told its own story. Everything was relatable, vivid, and exceptionally executed. Aside from the occasional spelling error, I could find very little wrong with this work. In fact, I find it to be a blessing!

A talent you have, sir, as I have seen in many of your works, is that you're able to bring out a certain emotion from within the reader's core and use it as your forefront when writing your piece. Certainly, I felt a sort of anger towards Jennifer for being so misleading, knowing that, sex can (and often does) lead to feelings of real love and longing. However, I am curious as to why Johnnie allowed it in the first place? Temptation can be a hard bug to quash, yet, wouldn't he know it would hurt him and therefore the idea would be deterred? I suppose only the character of Johnnie himself would know the answer to that. Anyhow, in the end, I felt a long lasting feeling of sadness and expectance. I wonder, did the characters engage in sex more than once? Johnnie mentions that Jennifer broke his heart three times, does that mean he let her in again? Perhaps I myself will never know the answer, but I DO know that this was a masterpiece and I am not dissatisfied.

As always, well done sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading. I spend a lot of time with her. Hope is the last desire to fade away. She taught me to be careful what you wish for. Life is fair when you want too much and the other person desire little. You will lose.

[Lyn Anderson]

The reality and the juxtaposition of the "not fair" but it's "fair" is introspective, and right on the money. Same ending. My, what a beautiful piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Sometime we must lose to win. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[gabrielle]

this got me thinking, was it love or lust? i am not sure but i find the ending realistic enough. a spellbinding piece.

[A. H. Pinley]

Man is easily taken in by the power his flesh has over him. My heart is unwilling to compromise, but my flesh is so willing to compromise to get what it desires. At times my flesh makes me feel like I'm some drug addict craving to soak in sin. Great piece Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Beautiful woman are like drugs. Can't get enough and hard to make happy. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[A. H. Pinley]

What do you do? God made a beautiful creature and her name is woman. Human instinct is to take in the sight and stare for awhile, but then that leaves one to ask, what is beauty? Is it how a woman holds herself, like confident? Is it a natural beautiful unfeathered by make-up? What is it about a particular woman that screams out beauty? Her smile? Her eyes? How she isn't thin as twig? the way she wears her hair? What is it, because the cover model is fake and touched-up by digital correction? Attraction is not scientific in the sense that researchers still don't have clear evidence as to why this guy chooses this gal. Anyways, don't know why I went here, but here I am. God bless!

[Dhaye]

"Better to had loved and danced than wished you did." I have read this again, CP...the quote I have learned from you.

Another story of a hurricane love affair.