Tattoos

Poem twenty nine for April. The poetry month.

                            Tattoos

The pretty lady had  many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if we mark our bodies with ink. Each one, should tell us a story of adventure. She laughed and she told me.

You love the darkness, poetry and the jazz songs. You love us women. You see us with eyes of wonder and you want to hear our voices. You make me feel I am special. I allowed you to write words on bare skin. You can make me smile.

She put her bare legs across my lap and I caressed her rose bush tattoo, tenderly and I told her. I love your dream catcher on your back and the vision of the hands of peace on your left arm. I have traced the rose bunch to hidden places and I adored your song and stories for each one. You are my wildflower and my barefoot dream who cannot be captured or tamed. I remember I saw you nude on a warm Summer night with the moon above. You were bare and free and I remember the scent of your skin. I smelled a thousand wild flowers of many colors. You tattoos my mind and my heart forever with your kind and beautiful face.

She laughed and she rose up. Please Johnnie, dance with me near the Pacific. Please twirl me into the wonder of the dance and happiness. Make me believe, your words are true. I know you poets adore "Love" and pretty gals. Am I your forever love or just a Summer dance to make you smile in old age?

I went to her and we danced for the stars and the moon. I twirled her gently, watched her free auburn hair and dancing bare feet move with the Summer wind. I told her. You are forever tattoos on my mind and my heart. You make me believe, we can be free, we can be wild and we control our world. We decide our journey. You and I had showed real face, said honest words. And you stayed with me. You make me smile too my wild Irish rose and I thankful for you my dear love.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... Wildflowers leave a tattoo when wet with the
dew of a morning mist... a kiss of sunshine where violets bloom.
Dancing by the Sea... born to be free... lovely poetry. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ruth]

Ah, such recollections last through time - the visuals you create are warming dear Coyote...they paint a picture to echo into tomorrows and remind the reader that beauty does exist :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Ruth. Our recollections. The writer's and the poet's wealth. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Kerra]

This is such a wonderful and really beautiful write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kerra for reading and the comment. We need to find kindred spirits.

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a beautiful and wild poem that captures this amazing lady’s essence. A wonderful tale of woman and sea with mix of tattoos.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. Good to be who you are. We must like ourselves.

[Poetic Beauty]

That is easier said than done I know my worth that’s for damn sure.

[Neville]

.......... You have such a way with words Johnnie C .. and with women too my friend it seems .. I always leave your page reluctantly ..
.......... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.