A Poem by Coyote Poetry
We must forget old wounds and open new doors.
Lost and found love leave us standing alone and afraid.
Some of us will seek shelter in the quiet of the night.
Hidden places and faces dances in our head. We wish for
kisses, hold and release.
We need sweet surrender.
Many kinds of love.
We must open new doors and close old one’s.
Kind friend and lover lead me slowly into the long dance.
The slow dance. Brake me down and open me up.
Look at my lost and found. Maybe love can be found?
Please whisper sweet words. Please hold me, squeeze me and
love me till the morning light. Make me beg for more.
Broken glass promises are permanent scars. We must stop the bleeding
and allow the wound to heal.
All wounds will heal with time.
Even the broke in heart must surrender to love.