Midnight confessions…
Midnight confessions…..
Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You were untamed, beautiful and you left me breathless and wanting.
You lifted a veil of innocence and made the nights become frenzy and not controlled. I wrote upon your bare skin with content fingertips and gentle oil.
“You are my poetry,
you are my love,
you are my curse and my blessings.
You are everything I need”
You laughed at my words and you whispered the midnight confession, lover whispered when lust, lips and the body demand payment. Glistering tan long legs, stomach, tempting shoulders and beautiful face. Made me wish upon a Winter star. Please stay.
Old Poet sat alone in a Ann Arbor tavern and wrote into a journal.
“You were not poetry.
You were not love.
You were a curse and a blessing.
You made the nights come alive and taught me.
Love is so damn sweet and so damn painful.”
Today I would do the journey again and I wished upon the Summer stars. Please bring Jenny back to me. I’m willing to pay the price. I know. Love cost splenty and I’m willing to pay the payment.
John Castellenas/Coyote
Beautiful words of poetry ❤️
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Thank you my friend. I hope you are doing well and staying safe.
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You’re very welcome indeed
All is well with us thank you
I hope all is well with you
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I am well and I hope you are doing well my friend.
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All is well thank you
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Thank you my friend.
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Enjoyed John
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Thank you dear Clarice.
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Yep! I’ve always been an easy mark for love! Hey! That sounds like a poem! BRB!
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It was my friend. Need to suffer to write my friend. Thank you for reading and comment. I do appreciate.
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Here ya go! For U:
08 May 2021 – Villanelle
No sense! Well, not enough to rise above!
The checks I’ve written on this bankrupt soul!
I’ve always been an easy mark for love!
Yo, Cupid! Gotta brick inside that glove?
Last time you left me on the f’ing dole!
No sense! Well, not enough to rise above!
Wanna ‘splain exactly what I’m tired of!
The thermostat’s been busted, and it’s cold!
I’ve always been an easy mark for love,
and this has simply gotta stop! Go shove
that arrow where the neon never strolls!
No sense! Well, not enough to rise above!
This filthy buzzard’s croakin’ like a dove!
It’s waitin’ for me, like a hungry troll!
I’ve always been an easy mark for love.
I’d rather sell my soul back to the Gov
than take another gnaw of burnin’ coal!
No sense! Well, not enough to rise above!
I’ve always been an easy mark for love!
~
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
GOING TO WEITE ABOUT IT, NOW?
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Thank you my friend.
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YOU ARE VERY WELCOME, JOHN!
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