No regret

Good people bless us with their time and friendship.

                                    No regret

She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.
Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust body.
Auburn hair laying wild and free on soft and gentle shoulders.
She asked me. Would I want to see some bears tonight and maybe go swimming?

Ten beers and six doubles of Jack Daniels made me fearless and weak. I agreed to go to
watch the bears and I was already dreaming of this beautiful young woman in her bathing suit.

Cathy knew I was loco.
She knew I was wild and crazy for her.
She saw in my eyes. I was dreaming of a wild nights.

She was nineteen and a beauty queen.
She wanted more than she had.
I was in the right place at the right time.
When the young woman decide she wanted  to dance.
She decide the moment.

We drank the whiskey and watched the bears eat the garbage at the dump site.
Cathy came closer and she whispered. "You like the bears, Johnnie?
She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body near.
She told me. "Johnnie, you are alright. You made me come to you. It is good to be
the predator, not the prey sometimes."

We go to the Wisconsin River. Wild and beautiful Cathy stripped down to nothing and
jumps into the cold river. I stood and watched her. I slowly undressed knowing the water
 would be very cold.

Cathy knew I was loco.
She knew I was wild and crazy for her.
She saw in my eyes. I was dreaming of her.

I jumps into the Wisconsin River. I silvered up when touching the cold river water.
She came to me and she embraced me and she whispered. "I'm not yours and you are not mine.
Let's be like the river. Free, wild and having no control. Be untamed by the light of the kind moon.
I decided I needed you and I know you wanted me. I saw how you looked at me months ago in my mini-skirt
and tank top. Like I was special and so beautiful. I want to feel special. Please make me feel special.
I don't want to hold no regret.

Sweet Cathy took me to many amazing places. We watched the Eagle fly at the reservation.
We swam in the old mines where the mineral water overtook the empty and dead mines.
She was my sweet and secret love who knew.

I was loco for her.
She knew I was wild and crazy for her.
She knew by looking into my eyes.
I dreamed of her.
I dreamed of her and wild nights.

She stayed in Iron Mountain.
Johnnie left and never forgot'
his beautiful Cathy asking him to love her and hold no regret.

                          Coyote/John Castellenas



                             




 

Author's Note

Old memories become better with time.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

She stayed in Iron Mountain.
Johnnie left and never forgot'
his beautiful Cathy asking him to love her and hold no regret.

A beautiful write. You are lucky man to have known such romantic love. The beauty of your poetry is a testament to the beauty of its muses.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. Old memories do become gold with time.

[Ambra Celeste]

What a beautiful poem, whether it narrates a true event I don't know but if it is not a real story it would be sad that it had never happened.

[Coyote Poetry]

It was. I wanted to write some Michigan poetry.Thank you for reading and the comment.

[SallyDM]

Vivid and very special, I enjoyed reminiscing with you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sally. Good to go back in time.

[Ruth]

Beautiful! Such an experience can be hard to fill afterwards - the moment of connection, pure and unrestricted in such a place - wow! Lovely piece x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I decided to write about Michigan. I always write about Europe and California. I did have some good time in my home state.

[Ruth]

I enjoy reading you love, always my pleasure x

[Neville]

Hey, my literary friend, there is something just that little bit extra special about this write of yours. However, with respect, I would suggest that you re-read it and oh so very slowly check out some of the grammar.

I am currently very much of the opinion that with just the very slightest of tweaks this could well be something very special. Very special indeed. I would like to hear your view and or opinion once checked..... Until I hear from you again, All Good things, Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. I will edit in a few days. I was in a writing mood. I put out quite a few poems. I appreciate the help and advice.

[Dhaye]

In loving there should be no regrets. It's still better to love and lost than never to love at all.
Nice story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Someone told me I write nothing of my home state. I decided I needed to write some poetry about Michigan. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[star73]

Old memories are the best and the ones we hold onto for a life time I love that poem very romantic I'm a romantic at heart!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. You are right. Old memories become gold with time.

[star73]

your welcome!

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Nice work beautiful Memories
once again my friend.

Love these Stanza's lines.

She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.
Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust body.
Auburn hair laying wild and free on soft and gentle shoulders.
She asked me. Would I want to see some bears tonight and maybe go swimming?

Thank you for sharing. Blessings. kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

In Upper Michigan. Seeing the bears is part of activities. Ain't much to do. Thank you reading and the comment my friend.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

you're very welcome. My pleasure. Blessings. kindred poet

[sharonlee]

Sigh... this was simply shiverlicous... how rich & vibrant those memories are, from the older you's heart and soul.

An honor to read. Honestly, I felt like I was being drawn into movie, or voyeur peeping into your private thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

I decided to write some Michigan poetry. Most of my poetry is about Texas/California and war. My home state is Michigan. Thank you for reading and the kind words.