Rear-end of a so-call love.

Tequila Shots

Tequila Shots (Photo credit: kimsdinner)


Rear-end of a so-call love.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Sometime little is better than none.


 Rear-end of a so-call

She poured the tequila.
Told me I’m the only

I whispered.
To the only one I’m holding tonight.
I kissed her  tequila soaks lips.

We engulfed in a laughter.
We were two people with only
lies left.

But it doesn’t matter anyway.

We fell on the cheap motel bed.
I held her

Our lovemaking wasn’t  to excite the soul.

Just to release a hunger.
That always want

She told me I was her best.
I whispered you were the best too.

We laugh again.

Lies are easy to spoken.

Does it matter anyway?

We separate in the morning.

I don’t ask for a phone number.

We know where to find each other.

At the bar with the cheap liquor.

After the beer and booze hit.

It don’t matter anyway.




© 2013 Coyote Poetry