Stitches

We must bleed to taste life.

Stitches...

I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I painted on her tender  and raw skin, love words. Over and over till they became meaningless. Somehow the love words made her bleed and I had to sewed her-up. 

I remember on a liar's moon, I removed the stitches and I kissed the bluest scars and the wounds reopened. She told me. So cold, I am. I am like a Alaska long Winter. You wasted your fingers and hands on my dead skin. Once you excited my body and mind. You were my 3 am ride, my 3 am company. We tried to fulfill a need always rising and falling like a Winter Pacific storm. I told you, I was a heartache waiting to be born. I did like the writing upon my skin, you made me feel alive and now the echoes and murmurs of love. Killed me off.

I open the secret storage and I release the fingerprints and they cover the walls of the room. I traced the fingerprints with my eyes and I remember her yearning and demanding eyes. She told me once. Take what you need and make me feel good. We are the Summer and the Winter. You damn poets believe love is sweet and I believe in dancing in the pleasure of borrowed kisses and loaned embrace. I will kill the hope in those dancing eyes.

I tried to touch the moving fingerprints on my wall. Each one was a memory stored away deeply and I told the 3 am moon. 

"I would of live for you

I would of died for you.

I would of loved you alone and

I needed to taste the ambrosia of your skin.

You bewitched me on a liar's moon and 

you seduced me with honest words.

Your wore and torn body, I wanted.

You were dangerous sea and lingering hate.

I would of loved you without the need of equal kindness."

Now I collected and gathered the fingerprints. Locked them-up in the storage container. I told the 4 am moon. Damn you my beautiful Susi, you taught me to dance, you taught me to use and use till it is all  used up. You show me secret skin and I taught you. Some kindness. I remember you and I know. My Gypsy gal. Her forsaken heart, asleep and stealing more.

Dancing Coyote

 

Author's Note

New words.

Reviews

[Nix is typing...]

I really liked this, Coyote!! I'm so glad my "Stitches" poem could inspire you!!! :))
Thanks for referring me to this!! It was so...different, but in a good way!! It honestly read a little more like a story than a poem, but I loved it nonetheless!! It was so amiable!!

100/100

Nix ❤️

[Coyote Poetry]

The Leonard Song is wonderful too and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

The Moon was blue... and you were persuaded to
be the one to dance under the Stars.. a memory that
lingers when shadows fall where petals lay on sands of time.
tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. I received my due karma once. 10 years of women wanting little or nothing. Karma teaches us. Be kind, be gentle in love. If you don't. The painful for being cold and heartless is ten-fold. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

It seems no matter how wrong a person is for another, if there is a connection, the pain is worth it. We take back the ones we should stay away from. We remember them fondly when they are gone. One of the mysteries of life really. Your poetry is so romantic. Love that song too. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Leonard Cohen had so many hidden gems. Thank you dear Lydia for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Stella Armour]

Aww, this is so tender and sad too.
Your painted love words became hurtful to her until you had to cleanse her of the pain.... oh how sad
this is and those fingerprints and healing stitches remain...
" I told you, I was a heartache waiting to be born" ..
Such a lovely poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Stella. Sometime love is sweet and sometime love is a one-legged dance.

[Paul Bell]

The ones that get away but leave the greatest imprint in your head.
Freedom I suppose, is the random meeting that maybe at the time didn't seem significant, but later left the greatest impact on you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Paul. Brave men like dangerous woman and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

love the metaphor .. song is perfect ... i see him in the room .. darkened under the liar's moon, Coyote .. a torn and tragic dancer ... broken ... singing those memories tho they bring pain all over again. An unbalanced love will only leave tatters for the one who loves ... the cold heart will always leave :( .. funny how we can treasure such a turbulent mix of the aftermath ... and would take her back in a second eh!? Great song and story .. your prose always has your stamp on it John .. thanks for sharing!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. Love is never fair. We need the love kiss and the lady is a runner.

[Einstein Noodle]

yep ... too true ;)

[AJNJ]

The 3 a.m. ride sounds so sensual and romantic. Love need not be long lasting if it is felt so fully as in this story. If so, the stitches, wounds and scars all become worth it! I could feel the love totally. Great poem sir!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Sometime dark love is better than none.

[AYVID N]

tender and raw skin...blue scars...wounds reopened...
The bitter legacy of love to be overcome with a greater belief in love...
WHile it was up and shining, the 3 am moon was everything
And when it faded, it left a dance and a song in your soul.

You write so beautifully of love, dear Coyote...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Divya. Sometime love, cannot be.