Sweet red wine

May-day poetry number seventeen.

Sweet red wine…

(Poem seventeen for May-days poetry.)

It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came out. They are cheap and tasty and It was a beautiful late summer day. The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine and listening to music.

I was  with my Scottish beauty and she was so beautiful. She held me so tightly. We found a peace in a sweet love only two innocent in heart can understand. We drank the sweet red wine and I asked her to marry me.

We sealed our two lives together, with a sweet and tender kisses. Her sweet lips tasted of sweet red wine. We traveled to Scotland together and we made promises of forever to the Ivory Cliffs of Dover. I wanted to kiss and love my dear lady till we fell together in a happiness, no-one could separate. She promised to love me forever and a day. I told her. She would be my only sweet dream I can hold on to.

Somehow foolishness and bad timing allow us to separate. I did not forget my promise. Her kind memory is tattoos on my heart. For after we separated. I could not love anyone else.

I wished everyday to return to lake. Drink sweet red wine and wrap my arms around her. Kiss her sweet lips and have her warm body near. For I cannot forget her beautiful face. 

For her. I have written a thousand words of love. Never gave any woman what we shared and understood.

I whispered to the wind. I pray to  the moon and the stars. My yearning to taste sweet red wine and dance by the Boeblingen lake with my love. Kiss and hold her near. Whisper thank you  for her kindness and love for a foolish man.

This time, I would not release her from my life.

                         Coyote
                       1981

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Beautiful, sensual write, nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.