Angela
Angela
(I knew a beauty in California. So beautiful and already dead in soul. I tried to bring her laughter and joy. Sad part she fated away to her self pity. I always been hard skin and few things could knock me down. We need to be kind to our lovers.)
Her beauty has lessen with time. Her eyes dark with lack of sleep and improper diet. In 21 years of life. She was beaten, betrayed and dreams limited to daily survival.
Her brown eyes were still beautiful, legs that went on for miles. Still temptation for the soul wanting too little now.
Her fearless eyes turn soft as she tremble in the face of tenderness. I told her stay with me. “We have no secrets.
I have lived on borrow kisses, loan embraces and leased love.” I whispered ” I have waited for you.
We have nothing to lose. All we have is painful and harsh desires that brought us together.”
Sweet Angela looked into my eyes. Searching. She told me, “I’m dirty with sin. I have abandon all who have try to love me. I don’t deserve you. “Her hand holding my hand so tightly.
I whispered my fallen angel. “There are few saints anyway. I will take you places you have never been. We will walk on long beaches. Drink wine and talk till the sun falls into the sea. I will hold you like you were my first love.”
When the dusk come. We ate and talked. Fell on my soft bed. Tried to find softness in the secret of the night..
I will whispered a liars pray. Told her how beautiful and wonderful she is. I explored her with delight and discover all her hidden secrets.
I watched her brown eyes as her slender body move over my flesh. A small tear appear. She whispered “I will leave before the morning light.”
I smiled and caressed her beautiful face. Whispered “We have lost nothing. I just wanted to see your smile and hear your voice.
I will be here when you need me.” Angela kissed me and lays her head into my chest.
Coyote
Feb 2009
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Are these all different women over the years you’re writing poems about or just one?
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I was a single soldier for 15 years. They were different woman. I learn from my father who had five wives and 11 kids. Travel, have fun before a real commitment. I saw 40 countries and made many good friends.
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Angela is quite beautiful and so it this poetry! Thank you.
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She was. I was lucky after the first Iraq war. I got to spend three years in California. A whole different world than Michigan. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful.
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A old poem. Old memories become sweeter with time. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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They do don’t they? As they should. Memories are parts of us to love and embrace.
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