Fifty shades of black.. Maybe more?

September poetry number twenty-four and twenty five.. For Sharon Kovacs, we can sing.

Dear Sharon...

I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss.

You were the hurricane and I was the pond water.

I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs,

please give me one dance.

I want to remember the dance with a hell-storm and

I will leave you be.

Please give me, just one kiss and

I will want no-more.

Beautiful Sharon took my hand and we danced to “Wild things.”

She brought me closer and she whispered into my ear.

“Johnnie, the darkest poet,

You cannot be pond water.

In your eyes,

I see the Big Sur,

in your eyes.

I see a passionate man.

Maybe you are Winter and I am Spring?

They can pass in the midnight hours.

Old sin and new sin,

we must taste.”

She Kissed me long and hard.

Then she walked away,

moving her hips, moving her feet in a slow dance and

I told her.

Thank you beautiful Sharon for the song..

Beautiful Sharon..

Maybe the “The Quiet man whiskey” was too good tonight.

Beautiful Sharon whispering song to me and I told the night.

I need the learn the Devil song again.

“Don’t wait for a miracle, there is none.

Never ask for a kiss, just take the kiss.

Accept the reward of more kisses or a angry gal.

If you don’t ask for a dance,

One of the great sins.

Fear killed the joy we could touch.

Don’t drink alone,

find the friendship of the songs.

Tonight me and Sharon Kovacs are dancing alone.

Now the oldest man near the sea, he told the Pacific.

I want more.

Coyote

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Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[softlyfall]

How much of memory is longing, how much of longing redrafts a memory? This is a landscape of a life. So many delicious allusions, hints to the heart of the painter, drew me in as i read this. Made me curious and made me care. In a way, on a personal basis, the references made me pause and i had to reread the poem. Like Big Sur... I am an old Haight Ashbury hippie, though I was just coming of age in the summer of love. Big Sur was in all of our hearts and lives back then, like our version of the Vesuvio Café? But this added a great deal of depth to my understanding, i think, or at least it made your poem resonate deeply.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet. I re-visit Big Sur in May 2018. Big Sur, made by God. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Robert Haigh]

As inventive and as interesting as ever, my friend! Neville is right: you have a rare and precious gift!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Robert. I appreciate your kind words.

[Neville]

I know I have said it before Coyote but you my fine literary friend have a rare and precious gift .. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Nevil. I appreciate the kind words.

[Ken e Bujold]

I knew I was winter and you were the spring kiss...now that's poetry Coyote. A lovely ride through one man's loneliness, longing and fulfillment.

ken

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Ken. We will know darkness and light. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, John, we always want more… it is there for the taking… smooth and gentle as the breeze… tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. We always want more and thank you for reading and the comment dear Pat.

[duff]

Well done John. The time and heart put in is always evident. Dark romance and mystery. Nice work

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Duff for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. Good to fall into darkness.

[Soren]

Coyote another poem of romance, this time not as noir as the last. Don't look for a hurricane of a woman though unless you are prepared for the tidal surge and high winds. Dancing with the wind can get tricky.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Soren. Be prepared to roll with the storm or escape. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

So many nights; so many dances; so many girls. And always a message.

Thanks,

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

The songs of Sharon Kovacs made my muse come alive. I found her yesterday on YouTube. She make you fall into her words. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Sharon Kovacs is a hurricane and poor old Johnnie. A quiet pond.

[Stella Armour]

You will never change John lol, i love your cheekiness with the girls stealing kisses and dancing the night away .... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Good song made my mind go wild. This young singer Sharon Kovacs should be famous. She make you believe. Music is my muse. Thank you dear Stella for reading and the comment.