You are always on my mind.

Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us

              


     






You will always be on my mind

The splendor of true love,
Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.
Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the real
pleasures learn by the burning candles and sweet red wine.

We touched our wine glasses.
Held our kisses deep and long.
The locked door leaving us protected and safe.
In a dreamer's paradise.

The coldness of Winter brought her to me.
She wanted someone to read poetry to her and keep her warm.
I wanted someone to give me hope and strength. 

I remembered she came to me late in the evening.
Holding wine coolers and desired conversation.
Dressed like a woman and
the innocence of a child wanting me to open my door for her.

I saw a devil dressed in a sexy black dress with a hunger that
I could not control.
I watch her take off her coat. Allowing my eyes to see her beautiful 
young body. The short skirt allowed me the pleasure of seeing her long legs.
I told her. "Sometime better not to start something we cannot stop. "
 
She came to me. She went to her knees. Laid her long red hair across my lap. 
Raised her face to me. I looked into clear blue eyes and lost control.
She was just a baby. Nineteen and fearless. I was still young and strong.

I knew if you start a fire you can't put out.
The final act will be sadness.

She took my hands and kissed them.
She whispered. "You have been so kind to me. Had great patience being my
teacher at work. I know you desire me. I see how you look at me. I want someone to
show me the world. Teach me pleasure and pain. Show me what love is supposed
to be. I want a man's hands on my body. Not a boy's."

I asked for a wine cooler.  Told her. "I don't know".

She gave me sweet kisses and took my hands. She wrapped her arms around me.
Asked. "Should I go?"

I said "no".

The cold of Winter was blowing a gentle northern breeze.
I looked out at my skylight.
I prayed not to make a fool's wish tonight.

Two lovers begin a new journey.
When passion and desire come. Very hard to stop.
The beauty of the first kiss. The first caress. The first taste of a lover's skin.
Stays with you forever.

I knew already. "Fine line between sex and love. Sex creates peace for the body.
Love creates peace for the soul. When you dance with the young in heart, pleasure is the desire, and love is not so important."

I still remember the love making. Wasn't for pleasure. Was to fix a desire that grew with each touch. Her hunger grew till one day, early in the Spring, she left me. I knew the day would come. Some woman are to be held forever. Some are to be held for a moment.

I allowed her to leave. I knew it was better to be kind in the goodbye.  My heart was gone and I found little solitude in my life. I joined a war to escape her memory.

Funny, life is a circle. We met two more times. We had a strange bond. 
Even today, years later. I wish to touch our glasses  filled with sweet red wine. Touch her perfect body till the morning light. Some dreams become nightmares. Then the nightmares become sweet dreams.

I told her often over the year. "You are always on my mind."













                          Coyote
                          July 2011



 



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Author's Note

Finally a new poem. First one in a long time. Please be kind and assist me with errors or mistakes. Never too old to learn

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The coldness of Winter brought her to me.
She wanted someone to read poetry to her and keep her warm.
I wanted someone to give me hope and strength.

Relationships are give and take and the right balance makes both feel complete...

Once someone touches our heart then they will always be there.

[Pam]

I like the beginning and found it sad that she left in the end. Great job.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

You were always on my mind you were always on my mind tell me bla bla bla love that song so good heading and cool story Not to bad for a poem,shouldn't it be more of a short story? but nicely done :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

When you dance with the young in heart. Pleasure is the desire and love is not so important. That line came at me like a dart! Great write... it's this affect a woman has, that makes being a man a tragically beautiful experience.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is not fair. Need timing and luck. Hard to do.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Very true... I know what you mean, all too well.

[Talkless]

Perfect

[Traci]

The coldness of Winter brought her to me.
She wanted someone to read poetry to her and keep her warm.
I wanted someone to give me hope and strength.

This sums up the entire poem, such a beautiful write, great imagery, Coyote. Once someone enters our life and has such an impact, they remain always, if only on our mind. Job well done.

[Darian Justine]

This is beautiful :)

[LadySoDivine]

This is such a beautiful and moving write. When someone enters your life, they remain in your heart forever. It is your choice what you feel of them in the end. Really an amazing poem, great job! :)

[The Girl That Let You G..]

A wonderful poem, with so much mental imagery. Deeply moving write, nice job!

[Shaunton]

Wow! Breathless! That was a beautiful story well told from the heart and empowering for the hearts and minds of others. It opens the minds of the readers; made me think about how every waking moment in love is priceless.