The midnight payment ... Some mini poetry...

June poetry number twelve...

The midnight payment ...

1-  We kissed and we never told. We were midnight dancers, wanting everything and more. Did we find some kind of peace in the serene night? Or did we just feed the need of the flesh? You taught me, to want more and did I teach you anything?

2-  You made me believe, love wasn't needed. You taught me. Flesh demand payment and we danced for three months till I wasn't enough. You didn't break my heart. I wanted more.

3-  The frost made us need the comfort of skin against skin. The snowy days made us hold on tighter. You stirred a sleeping man to want the warmth of woman. We never spoke love words. Just held on tightly till the day break and you escaped.

4-  We can soar like eagles, we can run like the free wolves and we cannot show real face. I  knew if I spoke words of love to you. You would run away.  You taught me. Flesh demand payment.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Quite sad, but an honest reality. Sometimes relationships are never meant to last, but we still have the memories, even if they are bitter-sweet.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Robert. Love needs two people wanting the same thing at the same time. Need great luck. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JE Falcon]

What does the heart require? Me thinks a line of credit(?). A thought-provoking poem that I'm still working on. --- Cheers!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend, for reading and the comment. I am still looking for the answer.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, Flesh demands payment, needs payment....cannot live without that payment.
but those words can frighten...
and that is a sad state....when we cannot put into words, the need or the want...when our bodies freely do.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Jacob and thank you for reading and comment. I agree my friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John.... Wild love like Wild Roses blooms when nourished.
We will always be part of the Wind and Rain... The Great Spirit knows our needs and Nature takes the Time to be still and sleep in the Prism of Love.
tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Pat. Being wild for a time. The best days of our youth.