Two shot of happy, one shot of sad.

Just words

                           Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were thieves, just accepting enough.

We loved the whiskey, we love the dance and we never show real face. You were as pretty as the deadly midnight moon and I was twisted-up as a hanging rope. You told me often. We are  like two shots of happy, one shot of sadness. Wanting laughter and love filled nights, then we will escape before morning sun.

I touched your angelic face and allowed my hands to touch perfect flowing auburn hair and I held your hips. I looked into your hazel eyes of wild green, blue and brown. I told you.

Sophia, Sophia.

Love can be sweet, love can be bitter.

You and I.

Wanting everything and wanting nothing.

We pray for warm skin near, we pray for hot and sweet kisses .

And we plan our escape in the same seconds.

You and I had accepted.

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

               Johnnie/Coyote

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your title is the kind that all writers wish we’d thought of – so well put! This might be one of the most brilliant passages I’ve read in a few weeks – this is exactly how life can go sometimes! Fondly, Margie
“We loved the whiskey, we love the dance and we never show real face. You were as pretty as the deadly midnight moon and I was twisted-up as a hanging rope. You told me often. We are like two shots of happy, one shot of sadness. Wanting laughter and love filled nights, then we will escape before morning sun.”

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Margie. I appreciate the kind words.

[poetgurl]

And we plan our escape in the same seconds.
You and I had accepted.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

love this part, this is so very good

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you ame for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Unspoken poet]

This is a wonderful compassionate write, really, nicely written and expressed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you bempty. I appreciate the comment.

[Ghost]

Somehow we all try to find that comfort, be it a woman, a stiff drink or just imagination but we look for it... I hope you find what you seek... Thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm old now. I have accepted my place my friend Ghost and thank you for reading and the comment.

[sette]

at least it is still happiness over sadness

[Coyote Poetry]

Always better more happiness than sad. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[sette]

and that is what we always wish for

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Sophia seems to be a very lucky woman. And oh what love there is springing out of this piece. Again, thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Neville]

Tis beautiful and true...... you are indeed both an artist and a poet John.... gonna raise my glass later to both you and your many recollections of Sophia........All the very best of good things, Neville

[kristelescapades]

hello coyote. it's beautiful.

i like this part:
"Sophia, Sophia.
Love can be sweet, love can be bitter."
i dont know why, but i just do. thank you for sharing this.