'Dead flowers'

Just words

                        Dead flowers

I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with  rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face, drink the fresh coffee and to hear your voice again.

We were great lovers once and we faded to needed friends. You brought the coffee, wearing t-sheet and barefoot. You sat with me and I reached over and I brought your feet to my lap. I caressed them and I asked. Are you alright?

You smiled and you asked. You miss me honey? I told you many times. Always room for you in my large bed. I called you last night. You sounded somber and I heard the bar songs. Johnnie, you know I hate picked flower and I love the plant of the rosemary. You know my heart, in and out.  Johnnie, we must bury the dead flowers. War, regret and lost, we have known. You have been my only friend. Old house is empty without you. You and I need to sing our songs again.

I lay my head into your lap and you caressed me like a child and sang.

"

Baby, love, sweet friend.

Close your eyes,

relax the mind.

We will be alright.

Stay with me tonight,

stay with me tomorrow,

stay with me till the end of time.

You and I.

Only peace we shall find.

Baby, love, sweet friend.

All of us are alone.

All of us need a kind voice and love near."

The morning sun is rising and two people holding silence and love tightly,

waiting for a miracle and the blessing of love.

                             Johnnie

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your writing is as loving and pure as it gets my friend. You bring us into your memory and your descriptive brilliance gives us the true feel, and sound and sight and smell and taste and emotion of each scene. Beautiful, sensuous and free were you and your ladies. “You sat with me and I reached over and I brought your feet to my lap.”- a line filled with romance and tenderness. You and she and Tennessee whiskey on the porch....her love song to you with your head in her lap...Sublime writing and master storytelling Coyote, unsurpassed.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Every moment of love we share with another is always worth holding onto.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and thank you for reading. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

What a blissful memory of friendship. Tender and sweet. Friends through adversity. Thank you Coyote. Your words always uplifting and wise. Great song as well.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

The singer is wonderful. Should be more famous and thank you Chris for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

My pleasure Coyote. Have a wonderful day.

[wordman]

your history is a lot of our histories,you bring it out well my friend,
we have said our unwanted goodbyes many times in our lives.
so many people pass through our lives searching for something

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Too many goodbyes and never enough hellos. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Chris]

It's never "just words" for us... we each have our "history" and carry it within us 'til we ...don't. "To missing Friends..."...

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Chris. Us writers, memories. Needed. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.