Perhaps, perhaps my love

Just words

                                     Perhaps, perhaps my love

The night is long and the drink is cheap.
The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me.

Words are shared in the dancing club. Stories are told.
She and I were willing to dance on open floor and allow the madness of song and dance
to make us believe in the ambrosia of love and hope.

She was a Texas beauty. Her eyes filled with the fire of dangerous need and want. I told her.
The rainbow of hope and need is more alive when the music is good and the drink is strong. You
are a soldier's dream. Long legs, silk dress and the slow dance holding the embrace till the song is done.

She smiled and brought me closer. The feel of soft and tender body pressing closely and you whispered. The night is young and the songs are good. Perhaps, perhaps my love. We can drift into better places if you can make me laugh and feel safe.

We danced and drank till the midnight hour and you gave me shadow kisses in the corner of the dark dance hall. Gentle kisses became more sweet and tempting. I told you. Love is a wild ride and dance. We fall in and out of love often. Tonight we interlaced our two lives and you have become a sweet dream for me. I like when we are allowed to tread softly into love without great demand. Slow and easy lead to a ending of splendor and the inferno of wild and true love.

She laughed at my words and told me. Dear Poet, your words are sweet and tempting. We have danced often in the Belton, Texas dance hall. I saw in her eyes. You adored me and we loved similar place, strong drink and dance. You watch my face when I speak. You paid attention to my words. You allowed me to open the doors to the possibility of need. I love you dear Poet. You make me want to enter the madness and bliss of the long night in your embrace.

The Texas September nights are still very warm. People drink and danced till the closing hours in the taverns and the bars. Two people wandered to her safe apartment. Drank coffee and discussed life and dreams. Beautiful Texas woman wrapped her legs over me and we held embrace. Her kisses tasted of long Island ice tea and her tire eyes filled with gentle passion and hope.

I told her.  Perhaps, perhaps my love. Exposed love is alive love.
                                    Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

New poetry. I hope you like.

Reviews

[dan]

John, I've seen your name/avatar/pic reviewing others and (for no reason at all) just never got around to reading something of yours. I'm so glad I finally did. This piece simply bowled me over. The way this is written, in a conversational style, made it instantly personal, inviting the reader to join in and watch the two of you dance as if it was choreographed just for the two of you. Your writing drew me in and would not have let me leave even if I had wanted to. A wonderful story. As a fellow veteran (Navy) I thank you for your service. As a writer I am asking for your friendship (am sending request). Nice to have finally "met you." take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dan for reading and the comment. I do appreciate and it is good to have met you also.

[Willard Wells]

Very nice and I have one suggestion. " You watched my face when I speak." to " You watch my face when I speak." I enjoyed the read and great imagery.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Willard for the help and reading and I do appreciate.

[Willard Wells]

No problem, enjoyed the read.

[Celie Rose]

I really enjoyed reading your poem. When you say, "Perhaps, perhaps my love." Getting a sense that you are not quite ready for anything permanent right now. I look forward to reading more of your writings. Well written!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Celie. I appreciate the comment.

[Perkele.7885]

I think that, there is a time where in 'New England parlance", you, either 's**t or get off of the pot'! I like to string things out a bit myself because I think the 'game' has lost some of it's luster in the preceding years but, man-o-man, you are killing me, Ride, Captain Ride!

[Coyote Poetry]

I need a long ride. I would like to be in Texas or Monterey. I'm stuck in Michigan. No gas money and bills to be paid. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

The possibilities are endless when two people meet and start to dance....the seduction in this is enchanting. There is madness in the seduction....but it is worth it. The honesty that flows through your writes captures me. The romance is just wonderful. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. I appreciate the comment.