My siren.
My siren
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.
My Siren
The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer.
The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our time together back to my bleeding heart.
I been treading in the corridor of agony and bounded to want the elixir of your sweet kiss.
In hallucinated dreams caused by too much tequila. I’m at your balcony. You come to me in your cotton white nightgown and seduced my soul and mind with your beautiful blue eyes. You drop your nightgown and show me your perfect body and open your arms bringing me into your warm bed. You put me under your sweet spell.
Tantalizing long and passionate kisses lead us to the hunger and into the bliss of love.
The twilight bring lovers entrenched in the fortune of youth and the hunger to dance in the sweet rendezvous of lust and passion.
My surreal dream fall apart when the night fade into daybreak. The trance of the tequila wear down and the promise of a Siren who titillated my life fades away to keepsakes and sweet memories savor in the manifest dreams of an old man.
I sit by the sea and wait for the sun to rise. I feel the cold of Pacific ocean at my feet.
The corridors of doors left behind crumble with time.
Age taught me to hold my lover tighter. To serenade my lover with sweet music of thankfulness. To smooth lovers with words of love and passion.
The beautiful woman we hold and sacrifice our soul for. Are the memories that will pacify our heart when the cold of winter comes.
Coyote
January 19, 1989
Love that you’re writing about the Siren again!!! My favorite mythological creature!!
Those sirens make us create poetry and thoughts. Thank you for the comment.
Do you mean a Muse instead of a Siren?? Because it’s the Muse that leads to inspiration, Sirens lead to destruction by seduction.
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Absolutely BEAUTIFUL…
Thank you for the comment. Those sirens make us create and remember.
Wonderful. So appropriate as I watch the colors fade from the bite of the early morning frosts.
true dreams
Clearly disclosure…., I read while holding breath.
Stay blessed,
mei
Thank you for reading. We need Sirens to make us create and think.