Water and fire

Just words

                   Water and fire



I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It will burn strong and die down. Hard to rebirth the fire in men hearts after they used it up and accepted the final walk into the bone yards. You are so beautiful. Filled with the wild fire of life wanting to feel hands painting your skin to untold heat and the splendor of the inferno where we try to repeat and can't.

Her blue eyes began to shine bluer. She rolled her reddish hair through long slender fingers. She opened her legs, allowed me to see strong tanned longs legs and she told me.  No-one is dead till the dirt is tossed and the casket closed forever. I see in your gaze upon me.  The torment and need to ravish my skin with touch and kiss. We have been friends forever and drank/sang till we fill into soft bed and we held tight. I believe time for us to use the water of delight and find sacred ground. Rage and pain is part of us, but dear Poet. We need to drown the fire of forgotten promises and swim in the utopia of new and wild love.

I brought her near. Kissed her face-cheeks and lips. I told her water and fire are not the same.



I have loved you forever. If we kiss and attempt love. Can we find the road to friendship? I love the fire in your words and want in your heart. If you promise to be my friend after the water turn the captive passion to chilled phantom love. You would become my last and only sweet dream.

She brought herself closer and she kissed my neck and ear. She whispered to me. The offering of love is rare and dear Johnnie. All we have is chance. The chance to trick the Gods, we are happy and content. I have taunted you and tempted you. Time for us to gather as one for awhile.


I kissed her and I told her. Life is long and cold. I want you more than you shall know. Let's dance, make love and be wild in hope in dream. You are my water and my fire. You can cool me down and excite my heart. I agreed and I embraced my Irish beauty.

Author's Note

Anew poem.I hope you like.

Reviews

[Jen Walters]

Two rich cultures, each with passion and firm belief in destiny, love and spirit. I am part Irish, and in my mother's step family there was Native American blood. I love both cultures deeply, and cherish what they have to say as well as their wisdom. Thanks for sharing these special writes and have a great evening.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like the Irish girls. Knew how to life and dance. Thank you Jen for reading and the comment.

[Jen Walters]

You're quite welcome, sorry I did not get back to you sooner, I have had internet issues. Have a great day.

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And then there's you, John. Salt of the earth. I watch welcome and read sooo many new poets to this site and it makes me smile. I read your words and they are always so wholesome and deep with passion. Quite the capacity for life living and love, sir. Outstanding read!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lynn. I appreciate your kind words.

[s]

Just beautiful. You're right- life is long and cold, it's just trying to understand how to deal with it I suppose - wish I knew!

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. I'm learning. Grandchildren keep old Johnnie young. Thank you Angel for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Heavy sigh....your words are so very romantic, John. Once two people have a romantic relationship, though, can they tone it down to just a friendship? I don't think they can without one of them having a broken heart. I so enjoy reading your life stories. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Lust and love. Two different emotions. Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[s]

You're more than welcome. Wishing you the best x

[Stan Lee]

You're so right Coyote. Lust and love. Two different emotions. You've addressed them both. Interesting write.

[Valentine]

Ever the romantic. To have lived this kind of a life would be many fellows dreams. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Valentine. I told my kids. Travel, test life and have fun. Hard to do when the kids come.