Too poor to love you, dear lady midnight.

September poetry number seventeen. 1990 poetry number three.

Too poor to love you, lady midnight.

We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas.

You rested you head into my chest and I whispered to you.

I am too poor to have your love.

I am too poor to give my love to you.

I feel your desire, for us to know the kiss of love.

I looked at you and I want to feel your naked body against me,

to caress your tender skin with happy hands and

to cradle you breast into the midnight hours.

I want to put my face into your long auburn hair and 

for you to wrap your legs around me.

I released you, after the dance.

And I stood in the distance,

looked at your wanting eyes and

you feel my hunger to love you, to hold you near.

I have been a thief for so long. I forgot kindness.

I fear that I will steal your smile,

I fear I will steal your laugher and

I don't want to kill another kind woman.

I know you see, a kind heart, a laughing soldier.

I hide behind fake smiles and my laughter.

I have forgotten love and now I seek to test life.

I know I could love you 

and I feel the sorrow before we begin.

Love, befriended me one time, too often.

You come to me and requested another dance.

I wrapped my arms around you and you whispered.

Love be damns, love be sweet.

Here in Texas.

You must be brave, ride the wild horses into the night sky.

Johnnie, never turn down a kind lady.

Kind ladies, like the first kiss.

Can be so damn kind and sweet, so rare to know.

I kissed her forehead and I made a whiskey wish.

Please allow me love a Texas angel.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.

Reviews

[Kaye]

Can be so damn kind and sweet, so rare to know.
I kissed her forehead and I made a whiskey wish.
Please allow me love a Texas angel.

I love these lines here, I love this write. Nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kaye. I spend seven years station in Texas. I loved the Texas gals. They would ask you to dance. They were fearless and strong.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I do love this piece....I don't know that we are ever too poor to love...but yes, we sometimes feel we are too poor to be loved back.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Jacob. I appreciate the comment and thank you for reading and the comment.