Disease

Some sickness is permanent.

 

DISEASE

  Two strangers sat together.
Discussing things that didn't matter.

  The woman looked at the man.
Told him.
"I was once a beauty once.
Men begged for my attention."

 He whispered.
"Beauty is one less burden.
For I can see what you really have become.
You have nothing to hide now.
You became what you truly are."

  He smiled. Kissed her forehead.

Told her.
"Laughter and good drinks were the answer now."

  She smiled and told him..
"You are ugly with hate.
A sad end for a man.
Who held so many dreams."

  He looked into the mirror.

He saw a old and tire man.
Told her.
"Dreams are what the children hold on to."

 " It comes a time.
When you realize.
We are all greedy b******s wanting too much.
Too little."

  She looked away.
He try to explain his disease isn't so special.
"It is many ways to died.
I have chosen my way to finish my journey."


  She asked him to come home with her.
He thanks her for the kind offer.


  Her eyes.
Full of anger.
Would not except his excuse for not desiring her.


  Her voice.
Changed to a softer tone.
Like a Doctor finding a new disease.

  She wondered how any man could not desire her?
She licked her lips.
Told him.
"I could teach you to hunger again?

Make you want to swim in the heat of the warm flesh."


  He gave her a hug.
Whispered into her ear.
"I danced in the turmoil of the flesh so often.
I don't desire to feel the hunger to enter
into the game of the flesh anymore."

  He kissed her lips and her forehead.
His hand felt the softness of red hair.

  Her eyes are shining now.
Still trying to figure a way to break down
the wall of safety.


  She whispered  and brought him closer to her body. Told him.
"I will make you yearn for me.
Men are but fool's wanting for a purpose."

   He smiled.
Told her. "In time we all become the master or the slave.
Looking for someone to pray to or become the servant.
  A screw-up game of give just enough."

  Love has become the most worthless of the four letters words.

She asked him to go home with her again..

He lifted his drink to her.
Told her. "You are still young and may have a chance?
Honey.
Walk away from this bar.
Only the walking dead are waiting for death.
Are here."

  She kissed his face many times.
Young woman with so many scars.
Whispered. "I love you old Poet."

  He watch her walk away.
He does a silence prayer.

  He prayed for her to be Ok.

"Don't end up twisted up and have no place to be.

But the darkness and loneliness of bars and taverns.
                 Coyote
                  1988

Reviews

[Ruth]

It seems sad when that is all that is left for someone....interesting work love...I like it a lot....you make the reader question what life is about....thought provoking in the fact that the reader wonders the circumstances behind it all!
Great work, as always love
xx

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This poem was so wonderfully written with longing!

The ending was so sad.

Don't end up twisted up and have no place to be.
But the darkness and loneliness of bars and traverns.

[Aidz]

Certainly held my attention and I wonder , as you seem to be a man of observation, if this is in fact a tale of many interwoven lives all spun into one tale into the form of spreading wisdom onto others...

Well done....

[Jess.]

Beautfiul. Just beautiful.

[Erinne S.]

This was interesting. Sad too. I liked it.

~Erinne

[.......]

This is so sad but yet thought provoking in a sense.
Such a powerful read.

[Desert Dreamer]

If love is a game, it isn't worth playing...your poem makes me think there are more important things to be looking for in life.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This called out to me as emotion over intellect....vs...intellect over emotion.
I love the wisdom you inject. You always have a kind way of offering lessons
in life without forcing them on us at all. You invite us in..in such a way that
it's hard not to listen.

[Kesha]

Wow... you have me at a loss for words, it seems as though the girl was lost and the guy knew who he was and what he wanted I really like this poem :)

I liked this, It kept me reading~

[Some Random Person.]

Very interesting.... Good poem.