The shadows are dancing

Just words.

                         The shadows are dancing

She told me, dear poet. Your love isn't dead. Your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city of the forever lights, San Francisco.

She was my raven and I was her dancing coyote. We drank at the San Francisco taverns till we couldn't drink no-more. She told me. Black love, white love, dead love and alive love. Just taste of ambrosia for us who love the night, the moon and the stars.

I whispered to her wanting ear. The dancing coyote is the joker and the raven. A hunter and seeking of prey. We are too drunk to leave the city and the city had become very quiet. What do we do till the morning lights appeared?

We are sitting by the sea and I laid my head into her warm breasts. We watched the dangerous sea dance for us. She caressed my face and she whispered. Johnnie, you told me.  Love is a foolish game. It will steal your will to escape. You shall become a prisoner. Is a prisoners locked-up in the arms of love. A prisoner? 

I brought her to her feet and I asked her. Can we dance for the sea and the moon my lovely?  Two people danced on the San Francisco pier.  I whispered to her. If love is you. I will accept love with open arms and willing heart.

             Johnnie/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Karmee]

I whispered to her wanting ear. The dancing coyote is the joker and the raven. A hunter and seeking of prey. We are too drunk to leave the city and the city had become very quiet. What do we do till the morning lights appeared?

I LOVED this part, this is a really good write, a most enjoyable read here.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[J. Hampton]

" Johnnie, you told me. Love is a foolish game. It will steal your will to escape. "... I am in love with this line
fantastic look into your poetic rendezvous

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[J. Hampton]

a fine writer you are

[sette]

romance and passion combined what a writing it could be

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I appreciate.

[sette]

you are welcome

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

If love is your name- that’s the big question- wears many masks and doesn’t always speak truth- true love rare and delicate- 🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is trickery. make us wish for the things we cannot have. Thank you dear Kelly for readiing and the comment.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

True love isnever trickery it is- we can have whatever we choose 🌹

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure🌹