Spare me your stories and sleazy words..

Old poem with a re-write. Written in 1982.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words…
                               (2 March 1986)

I awoke alone and
I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms.
In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.
I held  her nubile body and savior her sweet kisses.

I dreamed you whispered my name and
I felt you closing your eyes.
Your dreams opening up nights of splendor and a torrid love.
You awake with tarnished memories and you desire solitude.

I left you a early spring morning.
My icy words without remorse,
Left you with tears on your beautiful face.

She sat-up in her bed in the midnight hours.
Realizing she was alone.
Tears falls for not understanding why someone who loved her.
Would tease with words of love and promise so much. Then perish into the morning light.

Sometimes the villain learn too late.
He sacrificed paradise and lapsed into an oasis of s**t for not being kind.

Fool’s ask for pardon.
Woman who swim in loneliness and self -pity.
She whispered. What do you desire now?
You taught me hate,
You taught me loneliness.
Now I want mercy from you.
Leave my dreams, leave my life.
Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

I went to her and
I touched her face.
Whispered I’m sorry.

Into the night.
A man with the hunger to touch everything.
Yearn for serene and splendor nights.

He has loved a angel once.
His hunger for new flesh left him empty.
He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman’s heart.


                         Coyote 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

You really imbue loneliness here. Giving elements of touch and good feelings making way for regret, forlorn. "Woke alone" "Whispered I'm sorry". Is this a woman of your past or were you dialing in your creativity to personify these emotions? Really good. thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

A kind woman in my past Brad. Was my first true love and I didn't know. She was a rare kindness. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Troy Henson]

Love the honesty here and the feeling that your left wondering what if. It's often in life that decisions we make have an impact on not just ourselves but others and then begs the question, "could I have done something different or even better?"
Thank you. Great piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Troy. Midnight thoughts. We relive old places and we wonder. Could we done better? Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Soren]

Regret and sadness follow one another like day and night. How to break the cycle is a task that we all have to learn. There were some really great lines here that struk to the heart "His hunger for new flesh left him empty." This is a deep dive into a man's heart and is more profound than taken at first sight describing the difference in most men and women and the difference between love and lust.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Soren. Men and women. We think differently. I believe. We will never understand a woman mind. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Betty Hermelee]

this was a torrid love affair whether of a dream or not.... your words are powerful and and you express sorrow and loneliness and its seems like you suffer from this relationship..."spare me your stories and sleazy words"...at that point there was no hope for it to continue....many of us experience this and it causes a lot of pain...on
Warmly
B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was a true story dear Betty. When we are young. We don't know. We pay for every sin. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

very true...we make a lot of mistakes when we're young.....loved it!
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

I sense the regret here for breaking an angel’s heart. With hindsight we can reflect on the hurt we may have caused others. A very honest write dear friend. I am sure all of us have been guilty of this on our path through life. Have a great weekend Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris. I do believe in karma. Thank you for reading and the comment. We learn, too late. We need to be kind.

[red93]

Marvellous Work Coyote. Always leave it to the Woman to do the dumping, because Hell hath no Fury like a Woman scorned. Excellent again ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct my friend. A angry woman is very dangerous and thank you for reading and the comment.

[butterfly]

I think your poem is a wonderfully written and I love the title thanks for sharing your wonderful poetry :)

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[An owl on the moon]

There is so much sadness here... regret... pain... here in the lingering... the darkness of what was... what remains... You voice this with such a personal resonance... you pull us all into this story... and it stays with us... like a heavy rain.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is a story to which I relate, sadly. Sometimes I think I'm still in the dream, but most often I realize I've already died and this is hell.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometimes Winston. I feel the same things and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fran Marie]

Regrets; how they can plague the mind
I think we all may have had a share of
them leading to reproach ourselves
causing such distress ..we have to
remember that love is a four letter
word that can warm or harm...
A deeply expressed piece of poetry
here . well written John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran for reading and the comment. And I agree. When we are young. We don't know. Love is rare and so sweet.

[John the Baptist]

I sense a lot of regret in this one. Yes, we have all done things in relationships that we regret later, or as in this case, much later. But if the recollection has made you a kinder man, then what happened did not happen in vain. You have learned. Now don't drink spilt milk.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. "Now don't drink spilt milk." Thank you for reading and the comment.