On the thread of a word

May-day poetry number twelve.

On the thread of a word

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Talk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be broken like a butterfly wings.)

                              On the thread of a word….

       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)
                             Bei Dao..

Just like a hurricane from hell.
You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a life
where I needed your caress.

You took me to a dark bedroom.
Lite many soft candles and
you slowly torn down walls of disappointment.

The voice of Leonard Cohen whispering  sweet words of
“Dance me to the end of love.”
In the distance.

You were not my first lover,
you would not be my last.
But I held you close like you were my last breath.

The rain is pouring down softly and
we listen to the rain in a needed silence.

You rose from our warm bed.
Danced to the music and words of Cohen.
He sang “The Gypsy’s wife.”

You fell next to me.
Told me. “I want to be your Gypsy woman. Knowing pleasure, sweet pleasure.
I want us to watch the moon rise from the east every night and fall into the sea in the morning.
We can wait for the sun to heat the day and
we can swim nude in the clear rivers.
Be clean of the earthy greed and dirt.
Drink sweet red wine and not be afraid to be alive.”

I kiss her sweet lips. I told my sweet lover.
“I came into this world with nothing.
I will one day leave with the same.
I learn time is the healer.
We must go on living.

                (I will refuse to mourn because I’m dying to live.)
                                 Shu Ting

Leonard Cohen is singing “Sister of mercy now.”

My sweet lover gave me many sweet kisses.
Pressed her body against me.
Whispered sweet words. ” We are learning. Learning to appreciate
the gentle touch. Allowing walls of protections to fall down.
There is no guarantees. We live on the thread of words. Hoping
we can find the forever lover to light up a life.”

Promises made in the darkness of a night.
Are hard to keep.

Dreams and hope are the desire for the young in heart.
People willing to take down shields of protection.
Will know paradise by the shadow of the dancing candles.

I kissed my sweet lover.
Brought her body closer.
Whispered “We must hold on tight. The road is hard and long.
I will make a promise of being with you.
As long as you need me. I will be strong.
I have tasted pain and pleasure.
I had enough of blood and misery.
Promise me to tell me to leave.
Before hate and disappointment overtake us.”

My lady whispered.
“No guarantees except we have tonight and tomorrow.
One day at a time. Real love takes a lifetime.
Let’s survive the night and see where we are standing in
the morning.”

Two people holding tight.
Wishing for things lost.
Hope is the last dream.
Perfect and true beauty is when two people can find some sort of peace.

Leonard is singing “Hallelujah.”

Sleep comes for two dreamers.

                                Coyote
                             March 2009

Author's Note

A re-write.

Reviews

[Azifwecare]

Promise me to tell me to leave.
Before hate and disappointment overtake us.”

"...No guarantees except we have tonight and tomorrow.
One day at a time. Real love takes a lifetime."
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A lesson I learned the hard way. But I love how you reminded me it's a very nice poem. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment. All of us learn the hard way. True love touches us rarely.

[Relic]

This is one of the best you've written, Coyote. There's so much truth in your words and how you tell them. Great poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. I appreciate the comment.

[John the Baptist]

The last two stanzas could stand alone as a poem. The lovers live in the moment, for that is all that ever is. "Let's survive the night and see where we are standing in the morning." What more can any of us do?

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. You are right. Need to see if we still like each in the morning.

[Neville]

This was so darn good before, I would not have believed it could have been made any better .. but .. it has .. and on so many different levels ... a near perfect page sir, with everything I look for and have grown accustomed to finding under your name ... amazing quotes too, and an extra helping of my hero, Mr. L.N. Cohen

This has just got to be another Nev favourite........................

... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. I appreciate your kind words.

[Neville]

always welcome Coyote .. my pleasure entirely

[Fran Marie]

such a gentle romantic
write up in poetic
verse .moonlight
lovers and dance;

the sweet essence
of life. harmony and
laughter..

so wonderfully
expressed here;

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. A old poem with a re-write. I appreciate the comment my friend. -

[Chris Shaw]

Tender moments of bliss with a love. You create a wonderfully sweet ambience here with the soft music of Cohen playing along. This is what memories are built from, such romance here Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris for reading and the comment. I was lucky. I saw Leonard Cohen twice, once in 1978 and one in 1979 in Germany. His music is needed still for me to write.

[Chris Shaw]

You were fortunate and yes I imagine his music is good to write to. Thank you Coyote.

[Poetic Beauty]

Oh the memories sweet lovers can leave upon our minds allowing us to drift for a bit on a lonely night into the sweet arms of passion once again. I am in the beginning of a new adventure. I know this shall not be a lifetime love but oh this younger guy makes me feel alive for a moment or maybe two.

This poem is a beautiful tale of passion and lovers. Some we want for a lifetime some we know are only for a few brief moments but there is still beauty!! Great write on those private moments of passion.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment. The good days and nights. We will always be remember.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... you write with touches that create a closeness where love lingers and gives us the strength to live where flowers bloom along the Sea of possibilities to embrace the affection that heals the wounded heart. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. Our best days, when we are brave and can be foolish for the emotions of love.

[Gaia Octavia]

I really like this. Leonard Cohen is, above all else, a beautiful poet. I can't think of a better soundtrack to love. I love how you used the choices in music to flavor your verses.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Gaia. Leonard Cohen, the poet of song is dearly missed. Thank you for reading and the comment.