Miss nothing, miss everything.

Just words

     Miss nothing, miss everything.

We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable.
We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and regret to stop the drive of love.
Making light and dark collide and left us consumed by old scars, lies and sour wine memories.
We painted our world black once. Allowing bloody memory to leave us in different places.

The red sun, the blood sun burned on my face in the Iraq sun. I told the sun. The existence of love is leftover dreams for the foolish and the hopeless. In sweet dreams. I saw your face. You whispered darling, love and sweetheart to wanting ears. I see glimpses of soft and tender legs. Your perfect face and beautiful eyes telling me. "Everything looked better in the dark. Love seem alive and real. The enchante night will make us blind and wishful."

I awake and I told the night. I miss nothing and I miss everything.

War ended. I found you and I told you. I want to die and live in your arms. I'm willing ignite a passion that will consume me till you are tire of me. You laugh and you whispered. "Every kiss can be a knife into the tender heart. Every embrace can make you want more. Every nightly dance will make you want more. Are you willing to love a cold-hearten lady who drink life with a deadly passion? Love is dead for me.  I'm a woman waiting for no-one and the need of body is the only things I can know and feel."

I told her. The Devil dances at midnight. Few blessing to find in the darkness of the night. Love become dirty with time. You and I are wasted angel and demon. Please allow me to stay and maybe we can find some kind of peace dear lover.

She smiled and she whispered. "Okay Johnnie. No promise are made and no wasted words spoken. You can stay. Take what you need and I shall do the same. Sometimes, just enough is enough.

                       John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

A true love story shown in the glimpse of poetic prose. Liked it.. enjoyed reading this stuff. Even the video further showing allot about the true scents of romance. Very pleasurable, & warmed. Good work. I'm glad you still keep writing... so proficiently. Keep it up.

[Coyote Poetry]

Writing been my first love for almost 50 years. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Wórdsmíth]

50 years? That's a good amount of years. So... in b/w those years, have you ev'r tryna get published??

[Coyote Poetry]

Many poems in small press and some in magazines. Kind friends put my work in Polish and Russian press also. Networking is helpful. We can help each other.

[Wórdsmíth]

Nice. Do share a link with me too. Would like to read.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have a few copy of the books. I rarely keep records. The Internet make writing easily and more dangerous. If you post anywhere. Become public property.

[Wórdsmíth]

Correct. Anyways, hope to read your paperbacks sometime.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will self-publish this year. Some short stories and poetry. I will keep you alerted on my effort.

[Wórdsmíth]

that sounds good now. wishing you the best for your success. and looking forward to reading your paperbacks soon.

[Jon Roggie]

"I can only stay for awhile,
but I will be here."

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jon for stopping by and reading.

[andrew mitchell]

a poignant write john if that's the word.how circumstances change one who needs to be loved on returning more than ever, the other feeling different through absence, has a new found confidence to move on. i could write lots on this pondering write on how bonds are broken lol. nice work john.

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us know the sadness of the goodbye. The writer's pool for writing. Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment.

[barleygirl]

I especially love your poetic stories of loving encounters which are complicated & not always nicely reciprocated . . . to me, this is more like real life than the graceful love poems with no bumps. I love the title line & the way you use it in the poem. Very thought-provoking. It can be interpreted more than one way.

[Coyote Poetry]

This was real life once. Three times with a lady in the late eighties. I told the young men. Woman love when they want. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Tony Jordan]

Can two people numbed by their experiences find feelings once more flowing through them in union.
I gasped at the thought of knives in the heart - I mean with them not being a 'bad thing'. Perhaps they can cut out the beginning of any rot - 'mouth to mouth' takes on a whole new meaning here.
Plenty of pauses for thought here Coyote.
Top write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Tony. Some wounds cannot be healed.

[Ted Kniffen]

Good story, John. Sometimes just being together is enough. War is hell. War is life. Life can be hell. Good write my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Ted. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Valentine]

For many it is all or nothing. For others even scraps are enough. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear friend. Life can make us learn hard lessons and thank you for reading and the comment.

[DIVYA]

So conflicting when one is looking for solace in love after war yet the beloved has lost her faith in it. We feel disillusioned sometimes but theres always hope that love will be renewed given enough time...A poignant story of love appreciated very much.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. A woman or man who want nothing. Rare chance to break-through.

[DIVYA]

You are most welcome. It is my pleasure.