I need a wild gal

August poetry number one.

I need a wild gal...

We have the long highway going west and your hair is dancing freely with the wind. I watched you view the sun with your beautiful emerald eyes with the window, all the way down. 

I told you. Helena, beautiful Helena. I love you so. When I look into your eyes, I see the sea, the free forest and I know. Life is now.

Once I was shackle, my mind locked-up and I forgot to see the beauty in my world. A kind and generous ginger hair gal came to me. She told me, I like the whiskey, I like midnight dances, I love the sea and I love the word-men who can make words dance. Please write a poem for me dark poet?

“Helena, beautiful Helena.

Please make me believe,

love is true, love is wonderful.

I love you my ginger hair bonnie gal.

I want to live and die in your arms.

When you are near,

I want to love more, I want to dance more, I want to drink more.

You are my ambrosia kiss, my taste of nectar to make me see.

We need the mercy of love near.

You are my wonderful, my miracle and please come away with me.

Let’s trick the Gods and show them. Love can be true.”

You smiled and you whispered. Be careful what you wish for. Us, ginger hair girls, we can teach you the secrets hidden in the corridors of the darkness. We can show you places that you will learn to be addicted to. We can steal your mind, your heart. Are you brave enough?

I told her. I would follow you anywhere, everywhere dear Helena. I am brave enough. You looked into my eyes and you whispered. A promise is a promise. A promise made is tattoos on our minds, our skin, our hearts. Let’s keep going west till we can kiss the Pacific. We will make love under the moon and the stars tonight. I will be your love and you will be my love till the end of time.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Tertia]

The full taste of life is in your poetic lines and by reading I am carried along to the heights of your experiences and beautiful memories.

I particularly like the opening lines, in the middle verses how you want to trick the gods and at the end how you will wait for your wild gal.

There is a rush of the energy of life and youth as you describe a time with so much positivity. I have read a lot of your poetry, this is one of your best.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment. I am due for along vacation.

[Tertia]

Enjoy your time off, holidays always inspire writing

[Chris Shaw]

Living in the now. Making the most of precious, romantic moments. Celebrating love and romance. So much positivity in these beautiful words. A real love poem. Wonderful.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris for reading and the comment. Best days are the days when we are free to travel, wander and have good company.

[John the Baptist]

I suspect such love poems would bowl over girls of any hair color. What got my attention, though, were three words earlier in the poem: Life is now. That is the whole shooting match, right there. Most of us think we understand that, but we don't behave that way.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Life is today, life is now. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Sami Khalil]

Those moments of romance are so precious and leave lasting memories. Your promises to this gal are strong and hopefully fulfilled in time. I like how you serenade the beautiful ladies and sweep them off of their feet.

[Coyote Poetry]

Maybe once Sami. Now I am grandpa and I have the wealth of five grandchildren. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome...

[Fran Marie]

You are my ambrosia kiss, my taste of nectar to make me see.

you really are the wordman poet making
sweet sumptuous words dance and
glide smoothly. across the page..you
captivate the reader with a magical style
of writing..well penned John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. I need a road trip myself. I would go west now still if I could.

[Fran Marie]

you re so vey welcome

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoy reading your work CP. They are slices of life and moving moments of love felt on a deeply personal level. You leave the reader with a sense of voyeurism as we partake in being part of that experience as well. They are journeys well traveled from a good life lived. Thank you for sharing your work with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Carlos. All of us need free and wild days.