My Siren
The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the
hot days of summer.
The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our time
together back to my bleeding heart.
I been treading in the corridor of
agony and bounded to want the elixir of your sweet kiss.
In
hallucinated dreams caused by too much tequila. I'm at your balcony. You come to
me in your cotton white nightgown and seduced my soul and mind with your beautiful blue eyes.
You drop your nightgown and show me your perfect body and open your arms bringing me into your
warm bed. You put me under your sweet spell.
Tantalizing long and
passionate kisses lead us to the hunger and into the bliss of love.
The twilight bring lovers entrenched in the fortune of youth and the hunger to
dance in the sweet rendezvous of lust and passion.
My surreal dream fall apart
when the night fade into daybreak. The trance of the tequila wear down and the
promise of a Siren who titillated my life fades away to keepsakes and sweet
memories savor in the manifest dreams of a old man.
I sit by the sea
and wait for the sun to rise. I feel the cold of Pacific ocean at my
feet.
The corridors of doors left behind crumble with time.
Age taught me to hold my lover tighter. To serenade my lover with sweet music of thankfulness. To smooth lovers
with words of love and passion.
The beautiful woman we hold and
sacrifice our soul for. Are the memories that will pacify our heart when the
cold of winter comes.
Coyote
January 19, 1989