I don't remember how you look

Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.

                                I don't remember how you look

I don't remember how you look.
Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?
I don't know if your hair was golden blond or
maybe strawberry red?

I tried to describe you and each time I remember less.

I tried to envision you in my mind.
Each time I try. I remember less.

Sometime I dream of grasping your long hair.
Our bodies fighting each other for the sake of pure
pleasure only.
You calling out my name.
Sweet words of love spoken in the turmoil of sex.
Just kind words to reward the fulfillment of the body.
Not the heart.

I yearn to see you still.
Your hello's were so sweet.
The goodbyes were long and written deep on the
walls of my heart.

I remember your long legs and tan body.
You dressed like a woman but
had the hunger of a child seeking the
education of the tongue, the touch and the long ride.

I don't know if you remember me.
I still seek and long for you in sweet dreams.
I didn't know your hunger and fierce desire  was
to become my curse.

I lost you a long time ago on a December morning.
I became old as I left you to escape to California with
tears and not enough words spoken.

I release you for my hunger was to love you forever.
You were seeking a place to rest your head till you
were strong enough to run again.

I still wish for your gentle knock on my door.
To wrap my arms around you and encircle your life
with love and hope.

In sweet dreams are when fairytale endings can come true.
Enchanted nights become splendid day.
Noble love is worshiped and cherished.

Real life leave us in decay and betrayed.
Old men dig up old ashes of dead love.
Beloved woman become true siren for the desperate writer.

The moonlit night allowed me to make one sober wish.
I wish to see you. To remember how you look.

                     Written in 1990/ rewrote in 2014

Author's Note

Old poetry with a re-write

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow. This one is for sure another favourite of mine of your amazing poetry. I read it aloud and I was caught in the richness and complexity of this romantic world you weave. It is a true gift, to feel like this, to pour out that truth in words that leave people reeling and breathless. What a wonderful write. For those bothering to stop by trivia and passing you by in their travels, they are truly missing out.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I enjoyed the journey into good memory with the old poetry.

[Dara]

This poem leaves me speechless. The depth from which you are writing is so moving! Simply beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. You are very kind.

[Peacegal]

Gosh this is so beautifal that it makes my heart ache. I love this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Old memories become less painful with time.

[Aaron Parker]

Very interesting. Of course, there are multiple interpretations. I love the emotion that you write with. It's really powerful. Some of the underlying themes could have been brought out a little bit more though, through indirectness.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like to leave something for the imagination. Just a poem. Could be a story? Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Aaron Parker]

Yes. That's the way to go! Doesn't mean it doesn't have themes. ;) It could be a story!
No problemo!

[hardeep sabharwal]

great, and memories always fade,, even in our life positions of person change, nice read here thanks

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Old memories become better with time.

[Jen]

ohh..its damn good poem. And remember - Old is Gold, so your poem has charm.
you know i didn't get the poem fully when you said you don't remember the girl in first stanza but i love this poem...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Old poetry take you to places missed.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I don't remember how you look.
Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?
I don't know if your hair was golden blond or
maybe strawberry red?

I tried to describe you and each time I remember less.

I tried to envision you in my mind.
Each time I try. I remember less.

yearn to see you still.
Your hello's were so sweet.
The goodbyes were long and written deep on the
walls of my heart.



Simply beautiful my friend thank you for
sharing this lovely poetry.



Blessings. Benita

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading. I like the old poetry.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

you're welcome I always enjoy your work. :)

[Laura Lynn]

This girl must be a model surely. It is lucky for you in her absence that you do not have updated pictures or you would be that much more desirous of meeting her again and there could never be a soon enough day most likely. It is nice to read about such and to know that it is a common experience to long for someone we loved and who was lost to us, what is always too sudden.

[Coyote Poetry]

She was just a beautiful woman. Youth allowed us to find good places and friendship. Old age make us wished we held on tighter. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Matching Socks]

Ugh, my heart has just melted to... I don't know what.
This was just breathtakingly beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ana. Old poetry is nice. Take us back to good places and faces.