Ghost and shadows- chapter one.

Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough.

Ghost and shadows- chapter one.

 Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon her face.  Drinking her coffee slowly and looking at Lake Huron , her eyes tracing the long Port Austin long break wall. She told herself. Today I will paint you at dust with some good wine to motivate me.

Johnnie walked toward her. He watched her stare at the lake and he loved her free flowing dark brown hair touching her lower back, he loved her short skirt showing powerful legs and her ivory skin. He loved her bare shoulders allowing the wings of the raven tattoo to be seen. He told the sun that was kissing her face. I adore my lady of May, my January warmth, my  February kindness and my March days of hope. You were my April kisses and my days of Spring.

He went to her, wrapped his arms around her. He loved how her hair and skin smelled like Spring flowers reaching for the sky. She asked him. Why are you late, your coffee is cold and you miss the moon kissing the sun. Today you promise me poetry and I could finish my painting of you. You payment was my voice, great conversation and a chess game later. And you wanted more kisses. Are paid kisses, real kisses?

He kissed her softly and then more harder. He told her. Kisses are not free beautiful dear Tanya. Every kiss demand payment. He kissed her neck and the wings of the raven. He kissed her lips deeply.  She smiled and she asked. You and I. Are we just gypsies souls waiting for everything and nothing? Will you love me tomorrow? Will you love the love the woman who paint her world with many colors and hope? Will you forget me one day?

He told her. We are ghost and shadows dear Tanya. Seeking perfect place to rest. I will stay with you till you don't need me no-more. She smiled and she kissed him. She whispered. I will love you till the end of days.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

Every kiss demand payment. He kissed her neck and the wings of the raven. He kissed her lips deeply. She smiled and she asked. You and I. Are we just gypsies souls waiting for everything and nothing? Will you love me tomorrow? Will you love the love the woman who paint her world with many colors and hope? Will you forget me one day?

Excellent, here. Love the description and solid imagery.
nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Beckie. I appreciate the comment dear poet.