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.

[Liz Alexander]

The exploration of a love gone by. Thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Liz for reading and the comment. love gone by become a part of us. Become myth and tale when time take us far away from the love.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem has some serious emotion going on in it. I love how the spiritual aspect of it all has such a powerful presence. This was more than just a poem, but an experience. It can awaken feelings we all thought we had long lost.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. One of my first poems published. Old lovers faces can sneak-up on us when we have time to ponder our life.

[joshua deathdealer]

I absolutely love the passion still felt for a long lost love. Very touching and well written. Thank you for sharing this us.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Joshua. Old memories become less painful with time.