“Can you see me?”
Can you see me?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

All of us need to feel needed and wanted.
1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m so alone. I have learnth to accept less.
I have learn. Dead love is no love.
I drink the bloody Mary with more vodka than tomato juice. I roll my cigarettes dreaming of your soft face and kind words. I wonder if we are born to accept less?
I don’t want to forget you and I have wished upon the first and last star for someone to make me wild and crazy once again. I want to know the rapture of reluctant kiss devouring the nights and morning.
I want to fall into adrift in your eyes, your hands and your kiss. I wondered can you see me? Can you see what I need and want. Maybe we don’t want enough or too much?
I wanted someone like you. Someone who makes me feel tomorrow will be okay. Someone who excites my soul and heart. Gifts of love are rare.
I wonder do I have anything left? Maybe too many shadows and the chaos in my mind. Maybe I’m blinded and the veil of accepting less had capture me.
Sometime I dream I’m the Coyote. Running free and wild to his true love. Two lovers dancing bare and unafraid to the darkness of the night and the light of the day.
I see you. I hear you and I want to know you. I want us to undress and dance by the moonlight by the sea. Leave nothing hidden and be free to shred the skin of disappointment.
I love you beautiful Katie.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Beautiful!
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Thank you Rita for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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My pleasure
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What beautiful thoughts John. Everyone wants to feel wanted and appreciated yes. Sometimes one can achieve happiness from within and it expresses itself out too. I wish you love my friend
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Thank you Geetha for reading and the comment.
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Welcome John.
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Thank you for the subscription, by the way
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You are welcome. I enjoyed your work.
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🙂
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Sometime I dream I’m the Coyote. Running free and wild to his true love. Two lovers dancing bare and unafraid to the darkness of the night and the light of the day.
Your passion runs deep in these lines, John.
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Thank you Nandita. I appreciate the comment.
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You are most welcome. I always read you 🙂
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