Holy as loveA Poem by Coyote PoetrySome short poetry.Holy as love ----- Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night. She told me. Honey, darling and my sweetheart. Love demands payment. Love is holy and can be so sweet. Last kiss, first kiss. Places we lose ourselves and we don't want to be found. ----- Lover, lover, my dear lover. Show me dirty. Make me feel used and abuse. Allow me to confess secrets words hidden safe in cotton sheets and motel painted walls. Let's show real face and allow the passion dead, to rise again. Make me wild and free. Make me beg for more. ----- She whispered to me at the 3am hour. Love was luck and folly. The irony of love is we grope and steal till we are filled-up. We forget love should be fasting and to be savor. We devour flesh like people desperate to taste and use till we kill the sweet taste of love. John Castellenas/Coyote © 2017 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on February 11, 2017 Last Updated on February 11, 2017 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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