I don’t remember how you look


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I don’t remember how you look

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.

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                                I don’t remember how you look

I don’t remember how you look.
Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?
I don’t know if your hair was golden blond or
maybe strawberry red?

I tried to describe you and each time I remember less.

I tried to envision you in my mind.
Each time I try. I remember less.

Sometime I dream of grasping your long hair.
Our bodies fighting each other for the sake of pure
pleasure only.
You calling out my name.
Sweet words of love spoken in the turmoil of sex.
Just kind words to reward the fulfillment of the body.
Not the heart.

I yearn to see you still.
Your hello’s were so sweet.
The goodbyes were long and written deep on the
walls of my heart.

I remember your long legs and tan body.
You dressed like a woman but
had the hunger of a child seeking the
education of the tongue, the touch and the long ride.

I don’t know if you remember me.
I still seek and long for you in sweet dreams.
I didn’t know your hunger and fierce desire  was
to become my curse.

I lost you a long time ago on a December morning.
I became old as I left you to escape to California with
tears and not enough words spoken.

I release you for my hunger was to love you forever.
You were seeking a place to rest your head till you
were strong enough to run again.

I still wish for your gentle knock on my door.
To wrap my arms around you and encircle your life
with love and hope.

In sweet dreams are when fairytale endings can come true.
Enchanted nights become splendid day.
Noble love is worshiped and cherished.

Real life leave us in decay and betrayed.
Old men dig up old ashes of dead love.
Beloved woman become true siren for the desperate writer.

The moonlit night allowed me to make one sober wish.
I wish to see you. To remember how you look.

Written in 1990/ rewrote in 2014

© 2014 Coyote Poetry

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