I don’t remember how you looked.

July 30, 2013

I don’t remember how you looked.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Old memories dance in my head.

Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.

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

 

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