“The lucky or the crazy?”


The lucky or the crazy.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.

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             The lucky or the crazy

We danced by the light of the moon.

Every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea.

I watched you write my name in the sand and you told me I was the only sweet dream in your life.

I brought you  close to me and  I whispered how beautiful and sweet you are .

You got up and danced  circles around me.

 You come to me and gave me  gentle  sweet kisses.

The waves danced upon the shores of Monterey.

A big winter storms was coming.

We sat together and I held you close.

We were waiting for a purpose and reason to be alive.

Our favorite time of the year is the storms of December and January.

We would put on our wet suits and become part of the sea.

We would fight our way out and rock and roll with the ocean.

Becoming one with the powerful waves.

Your loving glances I could see from a distance.

The ocean tossing us taking away our sadness and misery.

We would go to her apartment take off the wet suits and tried to keep warm.

Our two nude bodies laid across the bed with a heavy blanket..

Your  nude body  was  so beautiful I told you sweet lies.

I called you my only sweet dream.

Held you like you were  my first and only love.

Our nights were in slow motion.

Two lonely people reaching out for a bit of tenderness and passion.

I told you.

You are a sweet gift in a life that was going to hell.

Your blue eyes gazed into my eyes.

Looking for any sign of love or real emotion.

A tear rolled down your beautiful face you whispered the road has turned me so cold.

I told you to leave me before I turn into stone and  I would miss you and  I need you.

I want to be able to kiss your sweet lips and touch those beautiful long legs.

Feel your warm body against me.

I know I would  be a fool to leave you.

Before I found you  sitting alone on the Seaside beach.

I was an undone painting.

Needing the tender touches of your  fingers and hands to mold me to someone with dreams and able to love.

You  laid your face into my chest and whispered don’t leave me.

I told you.

I will stay with you my lover.

We need to move slow and easy.

The path to paradise and love is for the lucky or crazy.

I kissed you and brought you near to me.

                         Coyote

                         December

                          1995

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