Baby, please stay.

Just words.

                                      Baby, please stay.

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                             You and I

Once we were cigarettes, the gin and juice.
We had long nights and sweet kisses.
Once we talked till dawn.
We knew laughter and great need.
Today.
You and I.
Strangers in bed of ice.
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                      Some whiskey kisses
I remember you.
You never whispered love words.
Only demanding words
Break me, take me.
Make me feel wanted and needed.
Once I told you I loved you.
You gave me some whiskey kisses and you whispered.
Love is for the lucky and we are not the lucky.

                        John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Two amazing personality portraits . . . I've known each one & I've been each one. Great details to paint relatable scenes, so true-to-life. I was inspired by you again, getting back to remembering old loves, & posted a new one "Alexander Valley" -- thanks for the inspiration! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Relic]

That last line is like a kick to the groin. My one thought was didn't any of that mean anything to you?

This is a sad one Coyote and well written.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Paul Bell]

Oh how ladyluck disappears over a glass of gin.
Alcohol cures all in love. But over time.
You really need the whisky just to feel the guilt of living it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Whiskey make the bad days better and the good days seem better. Thank you Paul for reading and the comment.

[Paul Bell]

It sure does.

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That last line is a superb way to end this write, Coyote.

I could really relate to this one and especially that final line; it seems there are more unlucky than lucky in this world. For to be blessed with the grace of true love's touch is one of life's greatest miracles.

A very touching write, Coyote. Many a man has been asked to make a woman feel needed and wanted, only to be pushed away in the end. And that is the true tragedy of love it seems.

Another fine write, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dooley. I appreciate the comment and I agree with you.

[Giulia King]

Beautifully written as always, my friend. I love the song as well.
"You gave me some whiskey kisses and you whispered.
Love is for the lucky and we are not the lucky."
Even if it's just words, I hope it will work out :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very old memory. Dear Peggy picked the whiskey and gin over love. I found war and later I found some peace. Thank you dear Giullia for reading and the comment.

[Ardra]

Love is for the lucky and we are not the lucky.

:) guess it is for the lucky...

nice one John...

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is for the lucky. Took me 36 years to find dear wife. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Ardra]

hehe guess u turned lucky at 36 :D

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and I did appreciate. 25 years with dear wife.