Swirl me in your mind

Ayla Nereo beautiful song and some words.

                            Swirl me in your mind

I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me.

Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in the midnight hours.

You loved the two hour massage and the song of Leonard Cohen. You were my Winter California storm and  I was the quiet lake. I kissed your knees and I told you.. We are just furious souls seeking something beautiful in our messy world. 

You loved San Francisco. We would drive highway one from Monterey to the city that never fall asleep. We stopped at every ocean exit and we danced. You would ask me. Please Johnnie, Johnnie. Swirl me one more time. Don't stop spinning me. Someday we will need these days.

In San Francisco, after the taverns closed. We danced at the pier for the Pacific, danced for the stars and the moon. I remember you kissed me a hundred times and you asked. Please Johnnie, Johnnie. Swirl me one more time. Let's create a canvas of forever.

Today I live in Michigan and I remember my beautiful North Dakota girl who loved to laugh, be bare-a*s by the sea and she made life wonderful and sweet. Her words, now are true. "Swirl me one more time, don't stop spinning me my love. Someday we shall need these days. "

I do need a day spinning a memory, dancing with my muse of hope. One more time.

                        Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Sometimes I wonder how much of your writing is fiction and how much of it was real....but at the same time..I know it really doesn't matter. You create your own beautiful world of beautiful places and beautiful women.. and each come to life in the mind of your reader so vividly that it's like one of our own memories like we watched the events unfold ourselves. They resonate with us on the deepest levels. This is why I love your work. This is no different. Beautiful. Stunning.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime with time and distance. All life seem like fiction. In California, I was the roaming. Many joined me in roaming highway one. I was lucky. Station in Monterey and no bills. I need to find this place again. I Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[light and ashes]

It was my immense pleasure Coyote.

[barleygirl]

What a killer tribute to your lady friend! Wowza! Love the way you use "Johnie Johnie" quite often in your writing . . . don't see anyone else doing this & it conveys a surprising amount of feeling & yearning when you put that in there the way you do. When you tumble thru the various locations in a bit of a haphazard way, this gives us the feeling of the life of a tumbleweed. Very present, palpable writing! Love all the references to dancing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. We need those old memories and places.

[Cassie]

awwww..this is soo so beautiful and such a wonderful memory you have.

[Coyote Poetry]

Life should be laughter, dance and song. Thank you dear Cassie for reading and the comment.

[Eilis]

Memories are like poems that follow us forever. You do a lovely job of translating the memory or melding the memory with poetry and making it a space of beauty and comfort.

As poets, I suppose we are charged with capturing the spirit of a thing so we, and others, can feel the same sense of things we did. Or so that we can simply create an avenue for understanding.

For me, this poem does those things. It shows what it is like when two hearts connect. Even knowing their connection is destined to be brief. But, in the end, what has passed will follow and follow. And be a beacon in darker times.

Really enjoyed this, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Eilis. Memories, gold of us, who love to write.

[Paul Bell]

Great times to remember and how we need them in the dark days.
Wonder how many times it happens in life, that brief stop that changes everything, maybe the trip home that was canceled forever. It sure happens.

[Coyote Poetry]

We must remember the good days. Thank you Paul for reading and the comment. The North Dakota girl married a musician and Johnnie went to work.

[Fran Marie]

danced for the stars
and moon...sweet romanticism swirls
with enchantment
spinning each line of this charming piece..

Sweet..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran for reading and the comment. Best days. Simple, sea or lake near and good company.

[Einstein Noodle]

really like this one Coyote ..your voice is strong and passionate painting such magical moments in memory .."..I kissed your knees..." my goodness man ... so romantic ... such love says i! beautiful sir! thanks for the music as well .. :)
E.
I was in San Francisco in the 60s ..perfect setting ..your prose story brings back lots of my own memories of there .. I was no where close to being ready for Love .. but what a time in San Francisco! ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

San Francisco was wonderful. Good taverns and the pier. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

;) ....................

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a memory everyone should have. I think most don't. Good for you.

[Coyote Poetry]

In old age. Our memories, old photos. The writer's gold. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Melinda McQueen]

Writing memories is great on many levels.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Melinda. I appreciate the comment.

[Pryde Foltz]

I do need a day spinning a memory, dancing with my muse of hope. One more time.

Dancing with a muse can be wonderful for sure but it sure can leave one a little bruised at times. Glorious write, John:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pryde for reading and the comment. Never to old to find our muse. End of this year. I will spend a week in Monterey. Create new memories.