Secret love and hidden places

Secret love and hidden places

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Sometime kind people can make you dream and wish for things you cannot have.














Secret love and hidden places.

I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.

Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?

Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?

Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?

Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.

Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.


© 2012 Coyote Poetry