Poem by Coyote Poetry
I know love is never fair my dear lover. Need perfect timing, place and same need.
Rarely do two people meet at the same wants.
I’m alright . I’m drinking the strong coffee and thinking of you. Once your words seduced me. Made me desire to frolic and be wild in the wild dance of love. Now I have late night Bloody Marys and my pen and paper.
I hold few things dear today.
The charity of the kiss, smitten promises leave me with the resembles of love. Broken promises of the temptation of sweet kiss and embraces missed. Leave me wishing for better place and ending.
Wise men don’t confess love when they have nothing left to give. Acts of love become just forced actions to pretend you are still alive.
I have reach the point of no return. Just drifting and waiting for a place to know laughter and freedom again. I have learn. Dead love had no place to grow. Life and death become a dance upon a thin rope.
Regards to you my dear lover. I hope you are dancing and singing to the street music of the ancient cities.
You had showed me the many shades of love and I hope. You are doing well. Once you made me wish to kiss your tender feet and look in your eyes. I want to tell you. Thank you my beautiful lady. With love, concern and regards. Johnnie.