Neon highway

Easy to be blinded and accept less.

                                 Neon highway
 
Beautiful woman sometime can get lost.
Love become just another four letter words used to create emotion and passion.
Wise men know the ending before the beginning.
Wild eyes and shapely bodies lead foolish men to hell and paradise in the same breathe.

I remember a red hair beauty.
She wanted it all and needed nothing.
She whispered to me at the Santa Cruz pier.
"Love is just another dirty word.
Follow me my new lover to my place near the sea.
I will show you secrets and undress the mystery of real life."

I remember her blue eyes.
Clear as the blue sea and cold as a Winter kiss.
She reached into my chest.
She pulled out my heart.
It was dripping with blood that flowed on her hands and covered her body.
She smiled and she begin to eat my heart.

She whispered as the blood drips from her lips.
"You are  just one more man, one more meal for a woman with a appetite
never to be fulfilled."

I lay on the soft bed. Watching her perfect body move.
She wanted control and I didn't mind.
I was waiting for the final blow.
She just smiled and held me tighter and she whispered.
"I won't allow you to die. I shall give you the taste of my flesh.
Just enough to keep your hope alive.
Your time to die isn't yet."

I fall to her knees. Kissed her stomach like she was a goddess or saint.
I looked up and I saw a demon with blood and hate on her face.

She brought me up and gave me warm and deep kisses.
She was trying to suck the life out of my body.
She releases me and licked her lips as I fell to her feet.

She laid next to me.
Wrapped her perfect nude body around me.
I felt like a fly in a spider web.

She read my mind and she laughed at my thoughts.
She told me. "Your soul is mine now. You shall die when I want you to.
I will release you when my want for you falters. You are just one more
man to add to my hunger that can't know real peace or joy.

Young men dream of princesses who danced in the sunlight and give you butterflies kisses.
Old men know. Life is just bricks. We keep adding more bricks till
we can't feel or allow anyone end. We learn to accept less.

I hold the woman close and say no words.
She doesn't know. I hear her cry in the dark hours of the night.
Private places for woman to release pain and swim in old memories.

Love is a four letter words. Dirty or clean. We need to hear them.
The neon highway can blind you from the truth.
I remember the old wise saying my Grandpa told me. "Take no chances. Have no fun."

Love can be held by a thread or for a lifetime?

                                   Coyote
                           Written in 1993/Rewritten in 2004






 

Author's Note

Old poetry with a re-write. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Odysseus Wanders]

I enjoy very much. Many lesson to learn and to look at here. Both for a woman and a man...
oddly, this poem speaks in some way, what my poem you just reviewed, does... at least in the asking of seeing more to the picture.... to look and to hear beneath the words that people say... especially learning to hear when peoples words and the place where their words come from- do not line up. They do not speak from themselves... but from some other place... a place hungry, and no food is enough. It reminds me of your poem i just read... about your grandmother.. and children being our greatest gift...
A man in truth with himself... even though he may not reject this women, would still see the wounding of this lost creature, and love from that place. A very moving piece. I too, like to be brought to thinking.... my only issue, sitting to type it all down.
Thank you for this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Terry for reading and your kind words. Life is learning. We can learn from all places and sources.

[Odysseus Wanders]

It's never perfect... learning. Thankfully.

[Brittany Zedalis]

This was incredibly deep. Wow. And the imagery just added to it. So very well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You have shared here again a different story of your heart's journey.

We meet people by chances and/or by fate.
Some of them can help us.
Some would break us.
Some would give us reason.
Some would give us a lesson.

"Love can be held by a thread or for a lifetime?" Nice question, CP.

How long can you hold love in your heart?
Until the pain is gone
or your heart becomes numb?
Until your wishes come true
or your heart stop beating?

How long can you hold love in your heart?
Until the last thread?
For a lifetime?

Only time can tell...

Thank you for giving me another piece for reflection. There's always a lesson in your piece. This is great!

[Coyote Poetry]

Many kinds of want or love. Some people need flesh and bones only. Can't break through. I enjoyed your poem. I roamed form 15 years as a single Soldier. I met lonely people with the desire to survive the next day only.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

If the people only need the flesh, then it is NOT love but LUST...

[marck milderman]

lyrical, and full of nicely elaborated idiom. feels like a cut up of neruda and cummings, with a bent towards elizabeth browning.

[Pryde Foltz]

I like; I like; I love. But just so you know that red-haired woman also comes in man size, tall. ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Always a chance when you are roaming to meet the Devil or a good person. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Just wow, this blew me away. So full of truth and understanding of the dark side of love and passion. Love it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The days of roaming the USA being stationed in California, Texas and Georgia. Allowed me to meet a lot of interesting people. Each part of the country had a different view on life. This poem was from my journal when I was roaming highway 35 in Texas. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Ruth]

There is much to learn in life and love...my dear friend, you voice the lessons with a tangible compassion. You have an empathy and understanding about you, that is rare and is a wonderful thing x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. Just digging up old poetry from 25 years ago with a re-write. I appreciate the comment.

[Ruth]

Most welcome hon, always x

[Mark]

Humans can be so walled up it makes us monsters. I like how you showed both the monster and the human in this woman, there was still something in her to love about her. Excellent work my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mark. I appreciate the kind words.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Wise men know the ending before the beginning." How true this is. Often we repeat old mistakes and think there might be a different outcome. Sadly, that is not the case. Your poems always tell such a wonderful story. I feel as though you are writing your autobiography vignette by vignette and it is so enjoyable. Always wise life lessons between the lines. Thank you for sharing. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. Old thoughts and memories are coming out of old journeys.

[Frieda P]

I adore your stories within your poetry Coyote, this one resonates, love is a four letter word, ha...I won't even go there, suffice to say, I love this read...neon highways, brilliant my friend!

100 four letter words ;-)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Frieda. I found 10 old journal written from 1998-1993. Just digging up old thoughts and memories from a young man view and old one now.

[Frieda P]

The pleasure was mine John, always a treat to look back and reminisce....