Tell me something..

Jazzy Tuesday poetry.

Tell me something..

1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win.

I don't want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man.

I  want to entangle our two bodies into a storm of never-ending needs and want.

Please tell me, I am your everything.

I want demanding kisses and 3 am dances.

I loved her soft smile as she danced nude on the open patio.

She called to me.

It is late Spring and the night is warm.

Please come to me and let's make love for the night.

I go to her and I tell her.

Please tell me something kind and sweet.

She whispered, I love you my sweet baby love.

2-  Flowering words, she spoke to me.

Each sentence adding to the miracle, of the kindness of love.

She told me. Love should be like a field of wildflowers,

forever and never-ending.

Love should be like the Pacific ocean,

powerful, wild and untamed.

Please Johnnie, let's become like a flowing river going to the sea.

Seeking the taste of the ambrosia kiss of the great ocean.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[hazy]

Your words here are very beautiful. This poem does an excellent job of painting a very pretty picture of love, and gives me a nice warm feeling. I really enjoyed this one. I suppose that all most of us really want is “love like a field of wildflowers” :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree hazy. Good to be outside with good company. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Better watch out for those wild women. They can land you in a world full of mischief. ;) I can only speak from personal experience, though. (laughing) I enjoyed the read, Mr. Coyote Poet. From an old Lobo's perspective I understand the allure but I'm more at home in my den these days licking my wounds and limping with my battle scars. I used to run with the pack. Now, it's fishing in the mountain stream and listening to the howl of the wind at midnight. Carry on, my friend. I enjoyed the read with a wistful tear in my eye and wild memories in my heart.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too Fabian. Now I fish with the grandchildren. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My oldest granddaughter is learning to mush a sled team. She was just in a race where she finished fourth with her two dogs. She lives in Alaska and has become quite immersed in Annuit culture and love of the native customs and people. She also enjoys working on her rigid heddle loom weaving wool into cloth/ I'm so proud of her (can you tell?) Her mother sent me video of the race...she was blazing fast out of the gate! She's only 7! Her dad is a special forces Staff Sergeant stationed at Ft. Wainwright in Fairbanks. I miss my grandbabies but I get to talk to them regularly and get video chats. And I think the experience of living in the Alaska wilds and frigid temps has been a wonderful character building experience for them. Makes them tough. They'll need those survival skills in the years ahead. Mine, from growing up in the Appalachian mountains, have served me well through the years. Enjoy those grandchildren, bless you all, F.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wow. That is a strong seven year old girl. Alaska would make anyone tougher. I have six grandchildren now. They keep me busy and I need to stay busy.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I understand. My daughter keeps me sane. Peace and light, F.

[Ann Outlaw]

Coyote, this was the first piece I read this morning over coffee. I just smiled the entire time reading it, you have captured exactly what love is. Untamed, wild, and free - just like nature. Very much enjoyed this. I keep going back to, 'I want demanding kisses and 3 am dances', I can heavily relate to that. Thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Ann. We need romance or we will become old.

[Soren]

Coyote you always amaze me how you take emotions and equate them to natures forces. This strikes a chord in me and I feel it. A very nice and enticing read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren. I appreciate the kind words.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

‘I loved her soft smile as she danced nude on the open patio.
She called to me.
It is late Spring and the night is warm.
Please come to me and let's make love for the night.’

Beautiful scenario you picture here

When I read your poems I think of that Willy Nelson song
To all the girls I’ve loved before

It’s nice to remember ! Good to have memories

Like this one John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie. We do need our memories.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes I do agree

[Lisasview]

Good morning from Spain,
Really enjoyed reading your words of love early this morning on a cold and wintery day.
Having lived and loved on the ocean I really related to your poem.
I love that she was free and nude dancing about.
If this kind of love could continue into old age would be wonderful.
The secret to this is within us all ...
Lisa, about to go and practice piano

[Coyote Poetry]

Good early morning from Michigan dear Lisa. The sea and love. A perfect combination. Have fun playing the piano dear friend.

[Lisasview]

Long day...but now nearly 8pm and time for a Netflix movie...
L

[W. Barrett Munn]

I want demanding kisses and 3 a.m. dances- what a fabulous line, Johnnie.
Another good one, brother,

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston. I appreciate the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

A woman of passion is written in your words Coyote and tattooed in your memory. I love the wildness here, flowers and the ocean untamed. That surely encompasses love.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Chris and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. I agree. A ocean and good company. The perfect place.