You are always on my mind.
You are always on my mind.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us
The splendor of true love.
Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.
Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the real
pleasures learn by the burning candles and sweet red wine.
We touched our wine glasses.
Held our kisses deep and long.
The locked door leaving us protected and safe.
In a dreamer’s paradise.
The coldness of Winter brought her to me.
She wanted someone to read poetry to her and keep her warm.
I wanted someone to give me hope and strength.
I remembered she came to me late in the evening.
Holding wine coolers and desired conversation.
Dressed like a woman and
the innocence of a child wanting me to open my door for her.
I saw a devil dressed in a sexy black dress with a hunger that
I could not control.
I watch her take off your coat. Allowing my eyes to see her beautiful
young body. The short skirt allowed me the pleasure of seeing your long legs.
I told her. “Sometime better not to start something we cannot stop. “
She came to me. She went to her knees. Lay her long red hair across my lap.
Raised her face to me. I looked into clear blue eyes and lost control.
She was just a baby. Nineteen and fearless. I was still young and strong.
I knew if you start a fire you can’t put out.
The final act will be sadness.
She took my hands and kissed them.
She whispered. “You have been so kind to me. Had great patience being my
teacher at work. I know you desire me. I see how you look at me. I want someone to
show me the world. Teach me pleasure and pain. Show me what love support
to be. I want a man’s hands on my body. Not a boy.”
I asked for a wine cooler. Told her. “I don’t know”
She gave me sweet kisses and took my hands. She wrapped her arms around me.
Asked. “Should I go?”
I said no.
The cold of Winter was blowing a gentle northern breeze.
I looked out at my skylight.
I prayed not to make a fool’s wish tonight.
Two lover’s begin a new journey.
When passion and desire come. Very hard to stop.
The beauty of the first kiss. The first caress. The first taste of a lover skin.
Stayed with you forever.
I knew already. “Fine line between sex and love. Sex creates peace for the body.
Love create peace for the soul. When you dance with the young in heart. Pleasure is the desire and love is not so important.”
I still remember the love-making. Wasn’t for pleasure. Was to fix a want that grew with each touch. Her hunger grew till one day. Early in the Spring. She left me. I knew the day would come. Some woman are to be held forever. Some are to be held for a moment.
I allowed her to leave. I knew better to be kind in the goodbye. My heart was gone and I found little solitude in my life. I joined a war to escape her memory.
Funny life is a circle. We met two more time. We had a strange bond.
Even today years later. I wish to touch our glasses filled with sweet red wine. Touch her perfect body till the morning light. Some dreams become nightmares. Then the nightmare become sweet dreams.
I told her often over the year. “You are always on my mind.”
Coyote
July 2011
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Yet another beautiful piece, John. Thank you for the beautiful poetic story.
very beautiful and romantic and deep I must say
Thank you. Need dreams of romance to keep the human spirit alive. I appreciate the comment.
By chance or fate, or whatever one chooses to believe, you happened on my post and clicked like; thereby an introduction of sorts took place. It’s easier to access sites this way sometimes. The story above made me cry. I love it. Thanks for posting. I look forward to following your site in future, and reviewing previous posts. Blessings on your day.
Thank you for the comment. I appreciate the kind words. Real love become a part of us. Hidden away in secret places.
You’re most welcome. Hidden often yes; thankfully in hide-and-seek, it can be found; though it may take a lifetime or a little more; the wait however is always worth it. Blessings.
Man!? You are really good at writing poetry. Wow.
Thank you. You are very kind. I’m trying to improve to get published one day.
I wish you all the best. Keep on keeping on.
Hi John, I’m just stopping by to tell you that I’ve nominated you for “The Bouquet of Three Award”! http://bgbowers.com/2013/05/11/bouquet-of-3-awards/
Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate.
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Thanks
Shaun
Hey, I’ve nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award
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So many powerful lines and vivid heart-truths in this one . . . “Sex creates peace for the body.
Love create peace for the soul,” . . . love it all, it speaks deep, coyote.
Thank you Alisa for the comments. I tell people. Slow and easy. Need to appreciate the steps into love.
John, this was an amazing experience to read alongside your thoughts just now. So much passion. Thank you
Thank you Karina for reading my poetry. I do appreciate.
Love creates peace for the soul…my favorite line!
Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
You wrote your memories so beautifully, passionately and powerfully that I felt your emotions every step of the way. Your joys, pains, sorrows and love are palpable. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading. Willie Nelson song made me wander back into time.
I was thinking of the same Willie Nelson song as I read the title of your poem. My husband introduced me to that song, with the reassurance that I would always be on his mind and in his heart.
Well done. Where is the value in life without this?
Some people will be always be part of us. Thank you for the comment.
It’s a real pleasure to follow your blog John, I enjoyed your post, straight from the heart and soul. Thank you for sharing. Clarabelle
Thank you Clarabelle for your kind words.
Very inspiring and passionate. Beautiful poetry
Thank you Tina for the kind words. I do appreciate.
You write with such passion and paint a picture that absolutely carries one to the place and time like few I’ve read before. You approach your physical passion and relationship with deft ease and relay it in such a facile way, the topic could so easily cross the line into something without taste, without class, causing discomfort but you do nothing of the sort. You have gently yet passionately conveyed so much of the nuance without crossing any line of impropriety I’m simply, again, in awe. You have my gratitude for sharing such an incredible piece with me, the world…
Stacy Clark
Nominated you for “Inspiring Blogger” … just click back to http://lipstickandchaos.wordpress.com/2013/02/03/inspiring-blogger-thank-you-said-in-earnest/ Thanks for the great reads!!!
Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
Hi…thanks for stopping by my blog
I am following yours 
Interesting to get a glimpse into your life. Thank you for sharing. A great account of it too. I like the way you merged past events with the voice of a more wistful yet wiser ‘retelling’. Sometimes the past has a way of fixating itself in our minds, they stay with us… haunt us. But there is always a space to breathe the fresh air anew. The remembrance of God can bring us back to questions of purpose, and then bring us forward a step or two.
Time does have a way of creating sweet recollection, doesn’t it?
Time heal all wounds. Thank you for the comment.
Aww this is so cute! The feelings of true love well-expressed
Thank you for the comment. I do appreciate.
Reblogged this on Written Here.
Oh … the writing where the end is foretold at the beginning … I kept hoping I was wrong.
Nevertheless … a heartfelt piece of writing.
Thank you Irish Kate for the comment. Sometime being allowed in the dance is enough. Old age sweeten old memories.
beautiful ..the best are from the heart
Yes they are. Thank you for the comment.
What a beautiful and intense poem! Te wisdom of knowing that love is about freeing yourself of fear, and understanding the difference between impulses of love and sex. Love gets down on the knees to touch the soul, and when it’s gone, it soul that cries in pain. Love the title of your poem too.
Thank you for the comment. Age made us wiser. Must know the different between lust and love. Today I believe love is on the sideline. Love support to be kind and forgiving.
Some women just aren’t meant to be tamed. I’m sorry you lost her. But at least you got the chance to love her.
Can’t tame a woman. If you are lucky. Get them to stay awhile. Thank you for the comment.
Thank you for the beautiful poem.
powerful!
Thank you Gunslinger Poet for the comment.
You’ve really poured your soul into this poem. I felt your pain reading it. Well written.
A old memory in the poem. Good to travel back in time. Thank you for the comment.
Carl Sagan called it “the persistence of memory”. That stuck with me all these years… some things we wish we could let go, others never want to let go.
wonderfully written ! intensely expressive and sensual
Thank you for the comment. I do appreciate.