My dearest love, where did you go?

For April, poetry month number three..

 My dearest love, where did you go?

One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and we sang songs to the Pacific ocean.

I remember kissing your raven tattoo on your lower back and I would tell you. The raven and the coyote, we must dance forever. We didn't know. Forever, can be seconds, minutes, hours and days. We learn love was sweet, the quiet days were the best and never waste a moment on yesterday mistakes. Live like today, is our last day together.

I return to Monterey and I told the Monterey bay. Please send love and kisses to my wild North Dakota gal who made me smile, made me wild, made me find my real face.

I told the dancing sea. Thank you for sharing with me. Dear Gail, my sweet dream with raven wings across her back and butterfly tattoos on her feet. The sea owned her heart and she blessed me with kisses and the embrace of love. 

My dearest love, where did you go? I hope you found a cabin by the sea and you are dancing for the lucky stars and moon. One day, I will find you. I will have the tequila and I will dance with you till dawn.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Forever can be so brief. I think this may be the first poem I've read about tattoos. I really liked the Raven dancing with a Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you William for reading and the comment. The raven and the coyote do share meals in the forest.

[Weeping willow]

Nicely expressed piece, enjoyable read, like a dream. ;-}

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Coyote, these words sad and beautiful all at once! The feeling of love and then losing that love was so strong in this well written piece! Loved the butterfly tattoos on the feet!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kathy. Our best days are when we know freedom and we have the company of a soul mate.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure, drear friend!