A one way street, baby

Some jazzy poetry.

                             A one way street, baby

Pretty lady called me lover, she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear Johnnie. I told her, sweetie, lover, my pretty one. You called me at two am, knocked on my door at three. You speak black words, white words than you escape again. What are we? Just a lullaby written about a sweet lady, liking the one way street. Love hard, love sweetly and your eyes on the door. Love beckon escape before the sorrow and pain comes alive.

She smiled , her hazel eyes turned soft blue and she whispered. You and I. We love the grey sky, we love the long highway and we love the long night. We are the fire and the wood. Burn hard and fast, we steal kisses, fulfilled needs that we cannot know peace. We are friends and strangers. We are the same.

I told her. I awoke on top of your warm body and I whispered love words to your sleeping heart. I whispered. Please baby sweet, honey, my love. Can't run forever. Bittersweet memories must die and love must live. I wrote on your skin softly, I have loved you for a thousand days my running girl.

She held me closer and she whispered. Don't try to love me. I am hell, I am confusion. I want everything and I want nothing. I need to fall into you and you make me  feel so damn good. I forgot who I was. You are the only one that saw my true face. The true face, just photos of you and I. We were babies once and I got dirty. How many times will I break your heart?

I told her. We are like leftover wine. Forgotten and alone. Few angels upon this earth. Just us struggling to make sense of the mess. Play stay with me, let's us become teachers, teacher of what love and life, can be.

In the morning. Pretty lady left again.

                                       Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words,

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Oh dear - she left again- you didnt give her good enough reason to stay- wanting all and nothing- afraid of what all has to offer and will it be as looks and promised- somewhere somehow there must be decisions made - cannit remain between a rick and hard place. Need to soften edges and fall where need to fall into places should be- wonderfully written- we choose where we stsy where we go- 🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Some woman are runner. Some woman seek happiness. Woman decide what they want. Thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment.

[Stephany]

Sometimes to be with another is not enough to erase the emptiness created by perceived mistakes.
this is brilliant in the way we can not want more for anyone then they want for themselves.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stephany. You are right. Some folks forgot what love was.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, two people who are drawn to one another, but can not make a relationship work. Unfortunately, it happens all too often. Passion and desire are strong, but the personalities do not allow for a long-lasting relationship. Sad really. In the morning, she was gone again...leaving you with only memories and the inspiration for another romantic poem. Always a pleasure to read you. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. You are right. Take two people wanting the same things and being in the right place.

[Rye]

Us women are a land of confusion, it's not that we are hard to understand it's just in a world that is always changing we think we have to as well. I enjoyed this write, it's sincere

[Coyote Poetry]

A true write. Four-time tried with one lady. She was a runner. Thank you Ryanna for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.