I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you looked.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old memories dance in my head.
I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you looked.
Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?
Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red?
I try to describe you and each time I remember less.
Sometime I dream of grasping your hair,
our bodies fighting for the sake of pure pleasure.
You calling out my name, words of love.
You spoke only in the turmoil of sex.
I yearn to see you still.
Your sweet hello’s were sweet and long and
our goodbyes were long and written deep into the walls of my heart.
I remember your long legs.
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 you.
Your hunger was to become mine
and my hunger was to touch you again.
I lost you on a cold Spring day.
I became old as you walked away
with tears and too many words spoken.
I released you for my hunger was to have you forever.
You were seeking a place to rest and get strong again.
Your wish to be free. Was more powerful than mine to
in prison an angel.
I still wish for a gentle knock on my door.
To hear your sweet hello.
Fall into your arms again.
Life is only fair in sweet dreams.
I wish to see you.
To look into those beautiful eyes.
To remember how you looked.
John Coyote
1984/rewrite 2012
© 2012 Coyote Poetry
Wow. I saw her even if you can’t remember…beautiful.
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She was. I have photos hidden from wife. Was good to be young once. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I love your poems
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Thank you Jane. You are very kind.
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beautifully crafted with emotions overflowing from each verse…bitter-sweet…Thank you for sharing this piece of your (he)art.
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A old poem and memory. I kept photos. I tell people. Take many photos. Their value will increase with time. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I have laid off the camera (photography) that I use to enjoy from time to time. I know it’s time to pick it back up for these days might not be as clear as they are today — as you so eloquently did convey. Your poem is inspiration~~
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I saw 40 countries. I have few photos of my journeys. I wish I took more today.
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