Will you still love me tomorrow

Just words. For Amy.

                       Will you still love me tomorrow?

You are with me my lover. The night is alive and well.
We are slow dancing to songs of of love. I hold you close as the Long Island and song,
make us seek the hangman dance. Where we free words and open locked doors

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The color of love had turn from blackness to the aura of hope. You whispered. I'm no good. I gave everything away. The charity of love had left me cold and betrayed. You don't want me. I saw wanting eyes asking me. Will you still love me tomorrow?

I kissed your lips gently and I told you. No Angel or un-wounded people in the dark taverns. Just us hoping and holding on to the curse of love. Let's open vacant places of need. Allow the warm of gentle kiss and embrace to steal away the chill of sadness. Tonight we can dance, will lay together gasping at the emotion of love. Maybe we can find the majestic places of love.

Sweet woman smiled and whispered. Please be kind dear Johnnie. The night is long and cold. I need someone to make me feel needed and beautiful.

Two lovers danced on a Texas dance hall floor. Two people hoping and praying love isn't gone forever.

                          Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Devons]

Such a double-edged feeling about the picture you've painted here. Smoky whisky, smoky music, smoky woman - a highly sex-charged atmosphere given a sensual, soulful colour. I am very much a fan of The Eagles, and I think this reminds me of their songs: love, sex, country, humanity, all in equal measure somehow, and with such a strong sense of melancholy and understanding. Also, in the words of Pink Floyd: "..hanging on in quiet desperation.." somehow..
This piece is exactly the kind of scenario which fits the title, the song. Except, the added dimension here is that it evokes the true complexity of feelings and experience way beyond the anticipation of one night's possibilities...

PS incidentally, I imagined the woman as Amy Winehouse in my mind, and -although I think she was a spoiled mess- I enjoyed the dance very much indeed...

[Coyote Poetry]

I found Amy too late. Her death made her famous. Which is sad. She had great talent. Thank you Devons for reading and the comment.

[Devons]

She was already famous over here before she died - I think dying was her way of staying famous longer...

[Coyote Poetry]

Her death made her a legend. Which is very sad. I love her old songs. She could sing the classic with skill, few could equal.

[misha]

Beautiful imagery in this one. Great work! !

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Misha for reading and the comment. Amy songs gave me some positive motivation to write.

[emmajoy]

Truly appreciate the way in which you've become Amy's lover in this poem, given her the adoration her wonderful voice and often sad persona called for. Even now I can't believe she's gone but thank the gods that were and are, her vibrant magical voice can still be heard. Your choice of videos is right on the button, your words embrace her talent. Grand post, Coyote, truly.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have always loved Jazz. Amy could sing the old songs and jazz with class. Thank you Emmajoy for reading and the comment.

[emmajoy]

You're welcome, John, Her British fans and countrymen were amazed and touched by the depths of her voice, many of us were shocked by her sudden death. Thank you so much for keeping her light burning.

[Coyote Poetry]

Left the whole world with sadness. Her death.

[Valentine]

Gone but perhaps not forgotten. Some memories are good to keep, others best forgotten. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. A beautiful lady with a beautiful voice lost too soon.

[Lydia Shutter]

A lovely tribute to Amy Winehouse. She died so young. The emotions expressed are tender and warm. You bring the reader to the scene easily. Lovely. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. Amy died too young. It seem the talented people saw too much.

[Saraswati]

beautiful tribute..i never heard much of Amy..but its a beautiful tribute,i remember she passed away at the age of 28...rip

[Coyote Poetry]

She liked the drugs. So talented and so lost. I like the jazz. She could sing the jazz with skill. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Saraswati]

Ya..but was a good talent..i adore her way of present herself with all those gothic like attires..may be girl was much into depression or some inner subjugation

[Coyote Poetry]

We will never know. Die alone and without a scream for help.

[Korin]

Very Rhythmic, i Will be sure to subscribe more.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Korin. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sheryl]

Very raw emotive message, I love your use of metaphors here, you drew me into the scene
with your down to earth and intriguing dialogue. In my minds eye I could see this scene
playing out, without viewing the videos. Exceptional and unique reading dear poet, I thoroughly
enjoyed this one throughout,Well done!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sheryl for reading and the comment. Amy gave me some positive motivation with the song.

[Sheryl]

Yes, I sometimes get inspiration from music or Pic.s.