Somethings shouldn't beheld or touched.

Old poetry written in 1994

(Thank you

Mahafsoun for the photo)

                 Somethings shouldn't beheld or touched

You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for  sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace.

I want to fall into the inferno of your warm  kisses and us to know the splendor of unswerving need.

This deadly wish  flourished in my daily life and nightly dreams. I know you are the fire and I'm the wood. Your

touch would shattered my need for deluded love and make me want unnatural feast.

Sometime we want what we shouldn't have. The want should never be brought to the light of day or the shadows of the long night. For some wishes can turn to nightmares.

Nakedly wild dances and secrets hidden by the moon and the stars, uncovered by the burning of the lights of the scented candles are en-shined into heart and mind forever. Some love cannot be. For the heat of the emotion leaving lovers wishing for another cherish dance into the tender flesh where two bodies becoming  one,  that cannot be.

I beheld you and I closed my eyes. You are dancing for me and making me feel fearless and unafraid. I told you. The Devil dances at midnight. Few angels rise-up into the night. Just beautiful sirens stealing my souls and heart.

You smiled at me with eyes of golden brown and you whispered. "Things not held and touched are the true nightmares. We wish for things not done and we love the gathering of places where we were free and surfing into

unknown place. We need to wander like a painter on the pavement of hidden skin and taste the sweet juice of life gifts."

I wrapped my arms around you and I told you. "Master or slave, we can be.  We are many things. Today I know. Somethings shouldn't be beheld or touched, but I'm willing to fall into your darkness, to allow us to flourish to the pinnacle of the stirring of wonders of your beautiful face, soft skin and willing body. I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. I will test death and life for you my love."

Beautiful lady smiled and she whispered. I love you too dear Poet.

                                John Castellenas/Coyote

                        

Author's Note

Old poem written in 1994 rewritten today

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I know the feelings & you have expressed them with clarity & passion. Your writing here conveys a pushing away & a pulling toward, all in the same sentence. I know the feelings of ambivalence well & you have made me FEEL it all over again. Great job & nice sensual touches. Thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Willard Wells]

Beautiful work and I have always had an attraction to the art of Belly Dancing after a night out and seeing my first dance. She wore a perfume scent that still so many years later still lingers in my mind.

Great flow and content. Thank you for sharing this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Willard. I was lucky. I saw the belly dancers in the Middle East. My job was dealing with the locals. They would invite me to see the dancers and enjoy their food.

[Willard Wells]

I am sure the food and fare was delicious at all levels.

We have an art night one Saturday a month. Art varies and diversion is to pop by the belly dance studio. It has been a bit since I was there but the teacher as I recall was a great star in her day. The ladies coming into train I first thought would be the boring middle age having a diversion. As it is many middle east ladies of great beauty and grace dance for those passing by. A rare treat.

[Willard Wells]

I have to say I am not well traveled in some ways and I am thinking of an adventure. Fear strikes and then I realize it is not fear, but procrastination. And I am good.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was lucky. Army gave me many free vacations. M-16 and paradise.

[Einstein Noodle]

letting the imagination get the better of our heat can cause a lot of struggle ... your message is pretty clear but the read was interrupted by very minor editing issues ... but hey! why sweat the small stuff when beauty parades across my windows ;)
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Einstein. I will edit tonight. I appreciate the honest comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John, your poetry is art with strokes of
desire and forbidden passion... Our being was
created for the music of love... Amen...
truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pat for reading and the comment. You are very kind.

[zunie frost]

it's my pleasure !!!!!

[zunie frost]

wow !!! such a beautiful piece of work !!!! i like it !!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you zunie. I appreciate the comment.