‘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 your tender skin from soft feet to tempting breasts.
We whispered words and we sang our 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 so and I love our sweet talks in the darkness,
our places to carve perfect memories.

 
John Castellenas/Coyote