A little crazy.

August poetry number thirty-one. A rewrite.

A little crazy….

She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong.

We are what we are.

All I know, you take me where I want to go.

You are my midnight poet,

who love to wash my hair and you love to watch me dance alone in our room.

You don’t mind my long baths and you adore my long kisses in the midnight hours.

You love our endless nights of loving, talking and watching the moon dance in the clouds.

I love your bath time poetry and how your eyes adore my face,

my eyes, my skin.

When we danced in the San Francisco  and allowed the Spring rain

to clean our skin and our minds.

I know I was free, a little crazy.

I told her.

You are my black velvet whiskey,

taste so good, so easy and make me want to be wild.

I love you, when you are crazy.

We need a little crazy or we will forget we are alive.

Let’s me and you roam to Big Sur.

Get bare assed, drink the Black Velvet whisky.

Sing to the morning sun and the rising moon.

Let’s make love on the Big Sur hills, watching the blue sea.

We will show the sea Goddess,

love is so good, so sweet and we will scream to the midnight moon.

Give me more free days and allow me to know crazy.

Please allow us to remember,

we are born with nothing,

and nothing will we take when we are dead.

Please Goddess  of  the moon, Bella Luna.

Give us more crazy and thank you for the wonderful night

with you near the sea.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

You are my black velvet whiskey,
taste so good, so easy and make me want to be wild.
I love you, when you are crazy.
We need a little crazy or we will forget we are alive.

I really like this part, I love Big Sur, been through there a time or two. Awesome writing

[Coyote Poetry]

I love Big Sur too. I was lucky, after the war. I was station in Monterey for three years with the Army. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Writergurl]

not a problem

[W. Barrett Munn]

A treasure, Coyote. "We need a little crazy or we will forget we are alive." Such a great line of poetry.
Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. We must know some crazy. If not, we will be old men.

[Melinda McQueen]

A love poem bathed in memories or fantasy.
Nicely posed.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[William Michael Reeves]

I would like to read some bath time poetry. Please let me know where I can find some. In your sudsy pages maybe? Allowed to know crazy really strikes me. Love is crazy, makes us crazy and can cure crazy. Crazy used to mean a lot of things. Now it's good. Crazy poem Cannis Poeticus!!

Williams

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Williams. Love make us crazy and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Katrina Mckeown]

Lovely romantic write .. so beautifully penned .

Katrina

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Katrina Mckeown]

You are most welcome.

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful write, love the flow and the sensual feel of your words ;-]

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear friend, for reading and comment. I hope you are doing well and having some fun.

[Lydia Shutter]

The romance is in every line of this poem. A lover who dances alone in the room for an audience of one. The man who gently washes his woman's hair. Two people who can go crazy with pleasure under the smiling moon! John, this one is ultra romantic. So lovely. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. We must remember what made the love, once alive.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so good to be someone's midnight poet.

I like how you talk about San Francisco....
this reminds me of something one of the Beat Poets would have written...maybe William Carlos Williams.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Jacob. I saw old San Francisco. Today the city had changed.