“Carved memories”

Carved memories



I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window.

You  were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise.

I sat with you and I traced the tender skin from soft feet to tempting breast.

We whispered words and songs of our day.

We drank Irish coffee, heavy with whiskey and you saddle me.

Legs holding embrace strongly and gifts of long kisses.

I told you. You are so beautiful and perfect.

You whispered to wanting ears. I love you and the sweet talk in the dark.

Our places to carve perfect memories.

John Castellenas/Coyote