(Old memories become sweet dreams in old age. Johnnie and Daniela in 1979.)

The heartstrings.

She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into his eyes. He knew she was playing him like a violin. Her gentle and sweet voice create music for his heart. She caressed the heartstrings skillfully making years of disappointment to fade away.

She told him, today we will love like our first day, last night to know love. Allow the tender embraces of comfort to become yearning, to expand to the freedom
of allowing our hearts and minds to run wild.

She disrobed and moved to the words of Leonard Cohen song “A thousand kisses deep.”
She told the night. “I wanted to be a dancer; I wanted to be the Poet who whispered words of love to the lonely world.”  I watched her perfect body moving to the words of Cohen.

She came to him whispering softly and sweetly. The ritual of love can be dark and deep. Long
sweet kisses can lead to the dangerous dances of no return. The want and need will rise up
in us create a fire that need gentle touch leading to rising flames needing to know the frenzy
of uncontrolled passion.

There is no truce in the hunger of the body. When we open the new doors. We must consummate till we fall from weariness or the morning light.

She stood-up and I admired her perfect body moving to Leonard Cohen song “Suzanne”.
She came to him slowly stripping his clothing off. She spoke. Passion is simple Johnnie. Soft
touch opening the heat of need and two people becoming one. We will go slow and easy.
We have expensive lotion, locked doors and the night is young. You are mine and I’m yours.

She sealed her words with a tender kiss.

Coyote/John Castellenas