Cigarettes, sweet wine and you

Old places become better with time

                                   Cigarettes, sweet wine and you

I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet at the Austin, Texas poetry night.
Just listening to Poets read their words. I like the polite places where writers
share words without being rated or degraded.

I was requested to read because  AWOL writer missed his turn.
I went up and read my poetry free style.

     Cigarettes, sweet wine and you
Sweet love.
Dirty love.
Burning love.
Unholy love.
See me.
Look at me.
Watch me.
Let wander into dangerous places.
I need you nude.
I want us to hide nothing.

Love me like I'm your first love, last love.
Real or fake emotion.
We can't stop the hunger.
Lust can take us to paradise, esctacy where regret is
lost and forgotten.

I want us to find places where lovers are free.
Where lovers lay nude with the lights on.
Allowing kind  and appreciating eyes to swim in the beauty of skin.
Unafraid of showing hidden scars and tattoos.
Worshiping the soft kisses and secret places.

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you.
Being sold or given away. Love is still costly.

We can't stop the wind.
We can't stop the passion.
Passion like the sea.
When the passion is strong.
It cannot be stop and overcome the body and the mind.

I will  light your cigarette and I pour the wine.
I watched you smile and lick your lips.
You asked me.

"Is love free? Or is love costly? Does it take a piece of us with each touch?"

I told my lover. Love isn't free. Sex is very costly. Sometime we must except less to
know peace my lover. Better to be bare and free. With nothing to lose. Greedy people
hold on too tight. Making the sweet lover want to escape. We must release in a
timely manner. Love need to be given freely and not hidden by the darkness.

                         Coyote


I finished reading. I received the polite applause.
I return to my friend. She kissed me and thank me for the poem.'

She whispered. "Tonight we will leave the lights on. Smoke the cigarettes, drink the
Black Velvet whiskey. I want us nude writing  new stories upon tender
and wanting skin. I want you wild and free my kind friend."

I accepted the kind offer with  a smile. She held my hand gently and I thank the spirits
of the night. For when a kind woman allowed you in. No sweeter gift my friend.

                                     Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Talesha]

All my pores raised reading this.So sensual and lovely.I feel the passion through your words.Excellent poetry.I love it :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. You are very kind.

[flowetry07]

This is absolutely beautiful and makes me want a cigarette and I don't even smoke! Romantic with an element of sadness which only increases the believe ability of this piece. It's perfect.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[m.s.early]

Blown away. I wasn't sure if it was reality, a poem in a poem, or a journal entry. Very complex and intriguing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Xavier. I was station in Texas for five years. Texas women are my favorite.

[Desiree]

Whoa that was amazing! Thank you for sharing. I love the line "love me like I'm your first love, last love" amazing how one thing so different from the other can be the same. It flowed nicely, great ending. Keep writing and sharing!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Desiree for reading and the comment. I have been writing for 40 years. I hope I have 40 more.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Ah, "Cigarettes, sweet wine and you"
Which combination is better? I don't know
I don't want a cigarette and its smoke
All I want is to taste the wine, with your smile, I'll get hooked...

Nice poet you are, CP. I enjoyed this one.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dhaye. I don't smoke cigarette no more. Daughter sad eyes made me quit.

[Frieda P]

Ah where fine wine flows as one lies naked in the light sharing sweet love...what could be be better than that, sounds like your night was fabulous Coyote, love the story within your poem too.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Frieda. Love need to be in the open and given freely.