Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive.
We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated by your beauty.
Ties and bounded in a sweet love.
I could watch you dance in dark night clubs.
Taking me to the dance floor. Your blue eye and sweet smile.You didn’t need to say a word.
Your perfect body close to me.
Sweet whispers of “I need you.”
Looked up and looked into my eyes. Told me.
“You are old in spirit.
Just need someone to love you.”Nights of passion and emotion.
Brought us to a sweet and demanding love.
To our serene and solace paradise.
Today we sit like strangers.
You tell me it is your fault our world is
falling apart.
I tell you. “I know the fault is equal.
We talk of love.
Sometimes words are just words.”
I try to climb over barrier of disappointments.
I can see only sad eyes and falling tears.
I search my heart.
All I can see is you.
Walking with you on solitude beaches.
Our two hands together.
Drinking sweet wine.
Laying nude in bed till late afternoon.
Not caring what is outside our door.
I asked do you love me?
Pretty blue eyes looked at me.
Whispered.
“I want you to be happy.
I want you to succeed.
I can’t make you happy.”
I tell you.
“I would be lost.
If you leave my life.
I would never love again.
I’m alive because of your love.”
Please stay with me.
I know the misery and limbo I would fall
into without you in my life.
Please stay with me.
Let’s hold on and find the hunger again.
You give me your beautiful smile.
Asked can we go dancing?
I will put on the sexy red dress.
Find my favorite red shoes.
You can buy me sweet red wine.
We can dance till the bar closes.
I put my fingers through your long blond hair.
Bring your face to my face.
Kiss your lips.
Tell you We will dance then.
Walk on the Monterey beach.
Watch the sun rise.
I will hold you like you are my last breath.
Coyote
19 April 1985
Your poetry is so honest and heart-achingly loving, and reminds me of when I was young 😉
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I was young when I wrote some of it. Old age make memories sweeter and better. Thank you for reading.
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Beautiful, so true
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Many relationships are on this curve…but God will never allow the “you are my everything” song to be fulfilled short of Him. Consequently stumbling ditches are found in the road; overcome by prayer and the power of the Spirit…Doug
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Thank you for the comment. I learn my dear grandfather’s words were true. “Better to hold silence then to use negative words or actions. Words can break a heart forever.”
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Seeing your old photos makes me think about all the photos I am getting rid of (ok, “throwing away”) as I prepare for a big move. I wonder which ones I’ll remember and wish I had kept, and which ones I will always still be able to see in my mind’s eye when I remember…
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Today my collection of old photos are gold to me. They are the leftovers from a old time I need to remember. I put a lot of the photos on a disc. Easy to store and share. Thank you for the comment.
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I love this so much. It made my heart ache and at the same time, made me sigh, romanced. Oh, and April 19 is my wedding anniversary. 🙂
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Thank you Natalie for the comment. I appreciate you stopping by and reading.
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Passionate and poignant. I would like to reblog this to House of Heart…let me know if it is ok.
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It is okay. I appreciate my poetry being reblog. Thank you your comment and reading.
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thank you so much,
Heart
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Pulls heavy aching warmth to the heart like a lone wolf’s howl.
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Thank you Alisa for the comment. Good to be young and in love.
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