I don't remember how you looked.A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dance in my head.
 Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I try to describe you and each time I remember less. Sometime I dream of grasping your hair, our bodies fighting for the sake of pure pleasure. You calling out my name, words of love. You spoke only in the turmoil of sex. I yearn to see you still. Your sweet hello’s were sweet and long. Our goodbyes were long and written deep into the walls of my heart. I remember your long legs. You dressed like a woman. But had the hunger of a child, seeking the education of the tongue, the touch and the long ride. I don’t know if you remember me. I still seek you. Your hunger was to become mine and my hunger was to touch you again. I lost you on a cold Spring day. I became old as you walked away with tears and too many words spoken. I released you for my hunger was to have you forever. You were seeking a place to rest and get strong again. Your wish to be free. Was more powerful than mine to in prison an angel. I still wish for a gentle knock on my door. To hear your sweet hello. Fall into your arms again. Life is only fair in sweet dreams. I wish to see you. To look into those beautiful eyes. To remember how you looked. John Coyote 1984/rewrite 2012 © 2012 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Coyote 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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