On the thread of a word

Been a while. A new poem.

                              On the thread of a word
       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)
                             Bei Dao

Just like a hurricane from hell.
You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a life
where I needed your caress.

You took me to a dark bedroom.
Light many soft candles.
Slowly torn down walls of disappointment.

The voice of Leonard Cohen whispering  sweet words of
"Dance me to the end of love."
In the distance.

You were not my first lover.
You would not be my last.
But I held you close like you were my last breath.

The rain is pouring down softly.
We listen to the rain in a needed silence.

You rose from our warm bed.
Danced to the music and words of Cohen.
He sang "The Gypsy's wife."

You fell next to me.
Told me. "I want to be a Gypsy woman. Know pleasure, sweet pleasure.
Watch the moon rise from the east every night and fall into the sea.
Wait for the sun to heat the day.
Swim nude in the clear rivers.
Be clean of the earthy greed and dirt.
Drink sweet red wine and not be afraid to be alive."

I kissed sweet lips. Told my sweet lover.
"I came into this world with nothing.
I will one day leave with the same.
I learn time is the healer.
We must go on living.

                (I will refuse to mourn because I'm dying to live.)
                                 Shu Ting
                  
Leonard Cohen is singing "Sister of mercy now."

My sweet lover gave me many sweet kisses.
Pressed her body against me.
Whispered sweet words. " We are learning. Learning to appreciate
the gentle touch. Allowing walls of protections to fall down.
There is no guarantees. We live on the thread of words. Hoping
we can find the forever lover to light up a life."

Promises made in the darkness of a night.
Are hard to keep.

Dreams and hope are the desire for the young in heart.
People willing to take down shields of protection.
Will know paradise by the shadow of the dancing candles.

I kissed my sweet lover.
Brought her body closer.
Whispered "We must hold on tight. Road is hard and long.
I will make a promise of being with you.
As long as you need me. I will be strong.
I have tasted pain and pleasure.
I had enough of blood and misery.
Promise me to tell me to leave.
Before hate and disappointment overtake us."

My lady whispered.
"No guarantees except we have tonight and tomorrow.
One day at a time. Real love takes a lifetime.
Let's survive the night and see where we are standing in
the morning."

Two people holding tight.
Wish for things lost.
Hope is the last dream.
Beauty is when two people can find some sort of peace.

Leonard is singing "Hallelujah."

Sleep comes for two dreamers.


                                Coyote
                             March
 


                   

Author's Note

Any errors please assist. Never too old to learn. Finally writing again. Too much B.S in my head. You writers on this site give me peace and calm with your poetry and stories. Thank you.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

What I really like about this poet`s writing is that it is about real poeple, real events, you notice instantly the honesty of the writing ,you believe every word because the juxtaposition of the impressions can`t be created on a piece of paper, they have to be lived through.Fine poetry.

[Collect-Eye]

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[Star Wolf]

This is a very tender, sweet and romantic poem with a happy ending. And those are nice once in a while. I think this is awesome!

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

Beautiful!
Such vivid imagery!

[M.Babu]

It's always refreshing to how you phrase your poems. You put your words down so articulately and bluntly that the message and flow are brought out quite flawlessly. Great lines in there too...

"You were not my first lover.
You would not be my last.
But I held you close like you were my last breath."

"Dreams and hope are the desire for the young in heart.
People willing to take down shields of protection.
Will know paradise by the shadow of the dancing candles."

"My lady whispered.
"No guarantees except we have tonight and tomorrow.
One day at a time. Real love takes a lifetime.
Let's survive the night and see where we are standing in
the morning."

Brilliant emotion in here!!! I liked how the fleetingness of feeling is compounded into one night at the end here. Live for today, i think. Think of tomorrow when it comes. Very realistic of modern love Coyote. extremely true and beautiful. Wonderful piece here!

[Sofea]

Beautifully written :) I love it!

[Aesthetic Autumn]

I like this. Very sensual and intimate and nuanced. Very nice.

[MandaBear]

Wow man..This was an experience. I really enjoyed this poem

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow man..This was definitely an experience. It was such strong symbolism for the gypsy to find a home. It felt like two gypsies to me actually though. This was an amazing bond. Honestly heartfelt. You always manage to capture the pure essence of the human nature.

[Robert Ross]

This is a tender and riveting read. The intermixing of Cohen to set the mood was seamless. I also felt the other quotes added just the right touches in just the right spots!

We're all trying to figure it out, negotiate our future, and often forget to live the moment.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

That is so cool!