Parable of Celia

Just words.

                          Parable of Celia

She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.  She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and tender shoulders. She was a young man's wish and a old man's dream.

She seduced me with simple glances and eyes of ocean blue. She knew she held my attention and I was falling and becoming lost in her natural beauty.

I knew she was a wild and careless child, wanting my attention and she was trying to capture my mind and heart. She showed me her long legs and moving feet. She allowed me to be taunted by her perfect body and smile.

I went to her and whispered. “Dear sweet Celia. You are breaking my heart. You are my Aphrodite and my siren. You make a man want to dance with your body near and dare to dream to have you forever, knowing your love is fragile and fickle.”

Celia smiled and she told me. “Dear Poet, you dark writers need forbidden dance, unrestrained journey into passion and selfish woman. Without us, what would you pen?”

I sat near her, caressing her feet and calves. I looked into her eyes and I told her.
“Captured.  Unrestrained.  Perfection reached.
The nakedly dance leading to midnight hour splendor.
Is it worth the payment?”

Celia took my hands. Kissing each one with soft and tender kisses, she raised her eyes and looked at me and she whispered, “The night is for love. We are young and need dangerous places and the illusion of a forever love. Love is like a volcano. Burst into great flames and will die down to nothing again. We are young and we don't need the restraint of forever. Just enjoy today and tonight.”

I reached over and kissed the sweet lips of my Celia and I whispered her some words.

“Celia, Celia.
My sweet rose.

Dear Celia.
My paradise and sweet dream.
Celia, Celia
If we make no promises, we will create no lies.”

                    John Castellenas/Coyote

                    JohnCastellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Emiko Tagahushi]

Gosh dang I got chills!! That was really, really amazing. Those last lines - I had to read them three times to soak it all in. The whole poem has so much deep meaning and it makes the reader grin a little because it's so raw and colorful. Love it. It honestly inspired me to work harder on my writing. :D This poem you have here is a piece of art. :)
The only thing that made the reading a little bumpy was the line "She was a young man wish and a old man dream." Was it supposed to be "She was a young man's wish and an old man's dream"?

[Coyote Poetry]

Wishes are possible and dreams are a impossible task. Old men like me. Enjoy the beauty of youth and know. Dreams become poetry and wishes, we want to become true. Thank you Emiko for reading and the comment.

[Roxie M]

I do like it. I read tender and passionate and sad, too.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the help. I appreciate.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"If we make no promises, we will create no lies."

This is heartbreaking, and the perfect ending line for this story. Some sources of happiness will always be ephemeral, when we indulge in them without fears and accept their clandestine states.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fran Marie]

You write romance so naturally..with breathtaking beauty ....lovely descriptions on the art of love..another great piece ..so well written..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fran. I appreciate the kind words.

[jeannemarie coulter]

beautiful...simply beautiful, thoughtful and heart stirring...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jeannemarie. I appreciate the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Enjoying each moment and living it to the fullest...that is what life is all about. Celia might have been with you for only a night or two, but her memory left an impact for you. Elegantly sensual and romantic. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank Lydia. Memories become a pleasure in old age. Especially the good one.

[Ken Simm.]

This is remarkably decriptive and evocative John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken. I appreciate the comment.

[Chris]

I read this John and paused, sipped some coffee, paused and then read it again - because it is soooo real. Some moments are like that - ya know?

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. I appreciate the comment.

[Dara]

I was simply mesmerized by this sensual romantic write. Sometimes we must just live in the moment and enjoy the ride for love is fragile and can leave us in a flash. However it also creates beautiful memories that we can savor for a lifetime. Beautiful words coming from a true poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dara. I agree. We need good memory to be kept alive.