A Poem by Coyote Poetry
May-day poetry number sixteen.
With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer.
I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance.
The pretty maiden laughed and she smiled.
She whispered to me.
Life is ours to take chances or not, life can be breath taking.
We must dance when we can dear soldier and
I would be honored to do the Texas two-step with you tonight.
I long to see your face,
I long to hear your voice, your laughter.
I need to have your tender finger interlacing and dancing with my fingers.
I want us fall in love again.