Me and Liz sat till 4 am at the small park. She told me. “I came alive because of you. Once you told me. I was a talented writer and artist. No-one believed in me and when I left you at the Lake St. Clair. I begin writing a journal and I started drawing again. Please don’t forget me Johnnie.” I brought her closer and I whispered.  If you need me. Easy to find me my beautiful Elizabeth. After she departed I sat alone for a long time on the park bench. I knew me and Liz were caught-up in a purgatory of a decision. Damned if we do and more damn if we don’t. She gave me a 1000 days. We made no plans and scheduled no meetings. I knew I would fall back into regular life and leave little possibilities for misguided chance of foolishness and permanent actions that we could not escape from. She was wise and she knew. The aftermath of finding perfect place can change the direction of many lives.

I wrote a September poem at the WordPress. All my story and poetry transfer to my Facebook and my Tumblr.
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My September love
My Summer love weight heavy upon my lonely heart.
Her sweet lips and beautiful face became my deadly wish to kiss.
She come into my dreams. Her nude body laying next me on soft bed and my fingertips.
interlacing her hands and her fingers. My graceful hand touching glimmering white skin.
We lay together bare and true. Her sweet voice whispering sweet words of love-making
the night become a utopia of free words and emotions.
We hold deep embrace, afraid of release.
Even in sweet dreams. We know. Something cannot be.
My September wish leave me barren and cold.
I told the Sun and the Moon. Tell my sweet love.
I have not forgotten her and I love her.
I’m waiting for the day when we can merge into one life.
Know the safety of open arms and unknown dreams and possibilities.
I told the moon and the stars. I need her kiss, I need to taste her skin and
be blessed with her body near always.
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Later after posting. I received a message from a new WordPress writer. She called herself The Michigan dream”. She requested I read her poem for me.

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My dark Poet
Love that rest in the darkness will die like a Summer flower.
True love need the watering of love words and kindness of her poet.
Love is waiting. Please dark Poet . Let’s find the way to our utopia away
from the relentless of real life.
Elizabeth
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I wrote on the comment section. Dear Michigan dream. I’m here and please track me down to the Writer’s cafe. We can e-mail in private.  Minutes later at the Writer’s cafe message center. An offer of friendship I accepted and seconds later. A message appeared.
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Dear Johnnie.
I’m falling apart and I need to see you. I’m in a void of emptiness. Please arrange a meeting. I need to see you my Johnnie. Love Liz.
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I response back and I write. I’m on vacation at the end of September. I can get a room at the Holiday Inn express. They have a bar, a swim pool and we can have some privacy. Name the day and time we can meet and talk. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. I miss you my beautiful Lady.
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She e-mailed me back. On 22 September. My house is empty of people and  we can meet at the hotel at 3 pm. I’m waiting with content heart, dear love.
Elizabeth.
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The time went by very slowly. I received a read request on the WordPress. I went to the Michigan dream site.
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Please share my dreams
Relentless heart is yearning for when we can find the perfect utopia of sweet kiss and embrace.
Poor woman Poet need to be adored and unravel the walls of safety. I want to dance in delight of the good songs, drink my bloody Mary with you near. I want us bare and free making love till the morning light appear.
Elizabeth
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I wrote a comment. This is my only wish and hope I have dear Liz. The 22nd of September was here. I had rented a room near the pool. The Holiday Inn Express is amazing.  Great location, bar at the pool and activities for the kids. I waited at the front entrance. At 3pm exact. She appeared wearing short dress showing me perfect tan legs, silky blue blouse with free three buttons released allowing me to see tender shoulders and glimpse of  firm breasts. Her hair was laying freely toward her lower back. I watched her come to me with content eyes and heart.  She walked toward me quickly and she fell into my arms. I kissed her forehead, cheeks and lips. Hers eyes told me she knew. I appreciated her beauty and I thoughts she was my everything. She gave me a beautiful smile and we held the embrace for a few moments. She whispered to me. “I hope you are okay with me my love. We are dancing on dangerous water and we may wander to places we cannot return from. I whispered to her. I wouldn’t allow you to leave my beautiful Liz, my Elizabeth. This is our time. A few seconds for us to be able to ascend and grasp at last wish and hope.

I showed her the bar, the pool area and I asked her. How long can you stay? She smiled and she told me. House is empty and I’m your till the morning light. I took her to the room and she went into the bathroom and put on her bathing suit. I mixed us two bloody Mary and I waited. She came out wearing a white bathing suit.  The white bathing suit made her body flow with perfect motion. Her womanly curved perfect. They were like rolling hills of perfection. I looked at her from petite feet to questioning smile. I told her. You are so beautiful my Liz. She came to me and she embraced me. I fell into soft breasts and I whispered. Where  do we go after touching perfect skin and falling in the chaos of need? Does love grow dear Liz? Are we dancing on a fire that can’t be put out?

Liz straddled me on the bed and she whispered. “I’m tire of playing dead dear Johnnie. Is love, a sin? If real love is a sin. Let’s us find the perfect sin. Even for a short time is better than knowing emptiness forever.

John Castellenas/Coyote