Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

Mistakes can be costly. Lessons are to teach us to be kind.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
                               (2 March 1986)
 










I awoke alone.
 
I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms.
 
In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.
 
I held  her nubile body and savior her sweet kisses.
 
 
 
I dreamed you whispered my name.
 
I felt you closing your eyes.
 
Your dreams opening up nights of splendor and a torrid love.
 
You awake with tarnished memories and you desire solitude.
 
 
 
I left you a early spring morning.
 
My icy words without remorse.
 
Left you with tears on your beautiful face.
 
 
 
You sit-up in your bed.
 
Realizing you were alone.
 
Tears falls for not understanding why someone who loved you.
 
Would tease with words of love and promise so much.
 
Then perish into the morning light.
 
 
 
Sometimes the villain learn too late.
 
He sacrificed paradise and lapsed into an oasis of s**t for not being kind.
 
 
 
Fool's ask for pardon.
 
Woman who swim in loneliness and self -pity.
 
Whispered. "What do you desire now?
 
You taught me hate.
 
You taught me loneliness.
 
Now I want mercy from you.
 
Leave me.
 
Spare me your stories and sleazy words."
 
 
 
I went to her. 
 
Touched her face.
 
Whisper I'm sorry.
 
 
 
Into the night.
 
A man with the hunger to touch everything.
 
 
 
Yearn for serene and splendor nights.
 
He has loved a angel once.
 
His hunger for new flesh left him empty.
 
He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman's heart.
 
 
                         Coyote 
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A very old poem. In youth. We feel invincible till the pain of love break you down and show you the proper way to live and love.

Reviews

[futurepast.]

A wonderfully narrated story filled with emotions, and you drew the picture really well.. The image of breaking down in love and standing up to love again is clearly seen and the feelings the characters have can be felt. Enjoyable reading. Well done.

[.:Arianna:.]

Alas, regrets, who doesn't have them? Very well described, I think many readers can relate to this.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

As we go through life, the lessons learned make us who we are today. It is within the pain of hurting someone we love, that we realize that we are not invincible. These lessons are learned when we fall off of our own pedestal. Thank you for sharing this. Great write.

[November Gold]

So powerfully sad, but yet with the life lessons the best we can hope for is that we learned something and it sounds like this taught you something about love and kindness. As always, Coyote, this was a wonderful read. I have missed reading you!

[Muse]

When young...we are all ignorant in the ways of love. We feel invincible, often inconsiderate of what other people might be feeling...only to be left with a lifetime of regret.

[Layla Anne Massaro]

A very perfectly and magnificently told story written in poem. Excellent.

[Kim's Poems]

Wow, this sounds sad really, it's quite a tugger.
Very nicely written and expressed.
Amazing heartfelt write Coyote.

[Thea]

You've told a great story here...Though for me, it sounds quite sad, I can still say that this was excellent...Your old poems never cease to amaze me...Thanks for sharing another work of art...
:)))

[Abdul Aziz]

Top notch narration. It helps that the writer is probably speaking from experience. You combine romanticism with stark reality very efficiently, and I would have to say kudos for this superb write. A few typographical mistakes have to be corrected, though.

[Kenneth The Poet]

A tantalizing piece for sure. One of those where young love leaves us either wanting more or permanently scarred. An excellent meditation I think.