Please show me the way to love…

Please show me the way to love

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"A re-write, written first in 1979."

Please show me the way to love

I found her sitting alone on a Friday night,
sipping a rum and coke.
I requested to sit with her.
She gave a half-smile and told me,
“the Seat is empty. I ain’t much company tonight.”

I sat with a sad blue eye beauty. She was sitting alone at the Germany guesthouse,
her long blond hair flowing down her back.
she was leaning into a rum and coke like it was her last chance.

I bought her another drink and
I asked for her tale.
She smiled and whispered.
“Same old tale. Fell in love, love was good, then somehow the love
evaporated into the wind and nothing was left.”

We went to the quiet lake near the guesthouse and sat together on the ground.
I told her. “Look at the moon, it is a liar moon, almost full and complete. Make
people wish for things they can’t have.”

Her blue eyes seem to looked through me.
She asked. ” Do we need love, are words of love just gratitude for the gift
of sex?”

I took her hand, raised her off the ground.
We walked in silence around the quiet lake.
I told her. “Love can be a fool’s game. Wasted words and wasted emotion
leave the heart to mourn for the desire of the body.”

She asked did I work in the morning?
I told her I was free till Monday.
She asked me to go home with her.
I told her. “If you like, you are so beautiful and sad. I don’t want to add to
your burden.”

She smiled and she told me.
“Sometime we need a friend, someone to hold. You make me laugh and I need to
laugh tonight and tomorrow.”

In the quiet of her bedroom, I caressed her face and hair. She asked did I need more?
I whispered. “We have time, you are tire and you need to rest.”
She fell asleep. I was thankful for her warm body near. I knew her pain and
didn’t desire to use and run.

I awoke to the smell of coffee,
I went to her small kitchen.
She was smiling and content and
She thanks me for not taking advantage.

I went to her,
put my arms around her.
She started to cry.

I whispered to her.
“Give me your loneliness,
allow me to bring laughter back into your life.
Let me replace the sadness with some good days.
Life can be hard. If we move slow and easy,
love may come?

She looked outside to the summer sun.
She told me. “I feel your fear and sadness too.
We are both lonely and sad.
I need your caress and hope.
Let’s put the bad memories aside and try to create good days.”

We sealed a dreamer’s promise with a gentle kiss.

I told her. “Love is hard to maintain, we need to drink some good red wine,
learn each other dreams. We need to dance and laugh. Let’s have great conversations then allow the love to come at the proper pace. Passion last for a short time, love need to last forever.”

We left her apartment. Our hands together and fear and disappointment was escaping into the wind.

Hope and love were trying to rebirth.
I was thankful.

summer 1979