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.

[Arielle Ann]

you know it happens...don't know why, but we sometimes have to let go the one we love,forever till death! but I have always believed as in a fairy tale - love is eternal! "Some dreams become nightmares. Then the nightmare become sweet dreams."...couldn't agree with you more! maybe as humans sometimes we know someone will never be ours,still we seek the closeness,maybe we enjoy the sickening pain yet deep satisfaction at feeling an emotion long lost, forgotten…oh this was wonderful!

Ann

[ShaneBerry]

there where honestly no mistakes that i could see. damn man this poem choked me up :( its always a terrible feeling when you loose someone you could see yourself holding onto forever, but the memories of innocent and desirable nights keeps you from going off the deep end for loosing that one true love.
and excellent wr4ite my friend, thank you for shareing.

[Cassie Fraga]

art... TRUE ART!!!! ((nuff said))
that was an amazing piece.... thank you for sharing!!
**tips my lyrical wand to you**

[Helen Woodward]

This is one of your best Coyote, there are a few tense issues, but other than that you have taken your reader on a journey of discovery my friend and it is a beautiful journey at that. Your thoughts on love/lust are so true, one can't live without the other I believe. What a pity that a commitment wasn't made between you...fabulous insight.

Helen~

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

Awe, so much sadness and such truth. I enjoyed it completely!

[WhiteWillow]

Everything about this is perfect. The words, the emotion, the story you told. Its a piece that stays with the reader long after the reading is done. Beautiful.

[Mary Fioratti]

This poem, Coyte, has NO errors or mistakes. How can we find a mistake in a piece of art? Really. Honestly. This poem is a piece of art. It is the first time that I read a poem, wrote by a man, that has a feminine soul to describe each moment. You wrote with tenderness. With care. You handled her with care. Even with your strong desire, you handled her with sweetness, and care. How beautiful your description! It is like a story...in a Pollyana's book. Loved it. Each word, each description, and mostly, your feeling. Magnific! *Mary*

[M.Babu]

"Funny life is a circle. We met two more time. 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 nightmare become sweet dreams."

You have created such a paradoxical warning in many of your phrases in this piece Coyote. There is so much wisdom in your words that i think it would do us well as the readers to heed them...
I believe this line alot:

"Sex create peace for the body.
Love create peace for the soul. When you dance with the young in heart. Pleasure is the desire and love is not so important."

The young at heart are mostly after a good time and seeking the pleasures of the flesh. Sometimes separating the two is a troublesome task for the young but the older and wiser understand the true significance between the two... they often find that which they seek.

I like this piece...straight and well put.

Coyote, you're a very wise poet and i deeply enjoyed this.

~M.Babu~

[dreaming dame]

Wonderfully written. :)
Umm, the only thing I noticed, Is in the end, you have funny life is a circle...
would it be, funny, life is a circle... ? :) Just sayin' Loved it. Sad though.