No cure for love

A re-write. Just words.

 

 

 

                                     No cure for Love.

In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.
I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes.
I tried to forget those long beautiful and soft legs.
I tried to erode the memory of her beautiful body.

 

Leonard Cohen is playing “No cure for love.”
I sat alone in the back of a Texas dance hall.

 

The restrains of grief and my frigid heart rendered me
merciless and cold.
I dance on nails now and
pain become a pleasure.
Allowing a trace of emotion to appear rarely.

 

I was filled with the cancer of disappointment.
Left hopeless and barren.
Now the twilight deepen.

 

I sat on the sideline of hopelessness.
Waiting for one damn reason to keep going forward.

 

A sensuous and beautiful lady whispered.
Sweet and spiritual words.

 

“My Poet.
Rest with me my love.
Let’s find a secret hostel.
Where two can unite against the world.”

 

Her perfume intoxicated my senses
and my emotions and desires begin to maneuver to hope and wishes.
Her sweet smell of lilies began to awake
my impoverished heart.

 

She took me to the dance floor and
we did the Texas two-step.
Slow and easy.

 

Her sweet voice whispers to me.
“I’m here.
I have tasted pain.
Swam in the misery of disappointment.”

 

“Tonight we must redeem our heart and soul.”

 

She gave me a soft gentle kiss.
Laid her head onto my chest.
She looked into my eyes.
Her blue eyes kind and gentle.
Even the un-lucky can find love.
She told me.

 

“We must create a bridge.
Based on the real things that are important.
Make only true promises.
We expect to accomplish.”

 

We sat by the Austin river.
The Texas sun was appearing from the east.

 

A broken man and a lady who lost her wings.

 

Today we begin a new dance.
In the paradise of love and emotion.

 

The sweet woman told me.
“We must live through hell
to know love.”

 

I brought her closer and
I whispered “Thank you
and love takes time.”

 

I kissed her sweet lips and
I brought her close to me.

 

I whispered.
“We must strive to be kind and
Maybe the splendor of love.
Will come back into our heart and soul? ”

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[fattycbreezy52]

" I dance on nails" -
Well, that's a raw pain and I can actually feel it. Such powerful writing! Good job

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Painful dance upon nails.

[Dave]

John - this is truly a work of art. To think to begin a new dance in the paradise of love and emotion. I can see her, feel her the smoldering heat of love she wants to share with you. At the end you practically had me panting. - Take care- Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave. I appreciate the comment.

[Zero]

Amazing, so well spoken, and bitter-sweet. Your poetry always has a way of depicting emotions. For this one, the emotions were of love, pain, and in a way redemption. Amazing truly amazing, your work never ceases to amaze me.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[andrew mitchell]

a deep write john reminded me of two lost souls searching for love in a smoky lonely hearts club capturing the moment offered to them.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Jobira]

It's really a beautiful and moving, emotional, bitter sweet poem.

It can make you dance like the two of them in your head.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jobira. I appreciate the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You tell the tale of love lost, pain and redemption so well again. There is always a sense of deep feeling in these pieces Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very old poem. My tavern poetry. Old wise saying. If you are looking for nothing. This is what we shall find. Thank you John for reading and the comment.

[Weeping willow]

Beautiful words that comes straight from the heart,nicely expressed.Could feel the words as I read them at best;-]

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.