I was told...

Some new words.

(Been gone for a while.
Portrait by Jordan Torri) Anna Childs photo, amazing poet and writer.

I was told

The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was,

always writing down her words and

she was waiting for me,

her strong coffee sweet and creamy,

I saw her,

her eyes on the New York city streets,

pondering her words, her thoughts.

I pray I was wandering in her mind, 

I pray I was her night time wish, her devilish dream.

She was artist and a wordsmith,

her dangerous mind always twisting tales of laughter,

tales of midnight night dances and the sweetest red wine kisses.

She loved to make empty canvas alive and vibrant.

I went to her and she embraced me and she whispered.

“You Northern poets like the rainy days and making a lady wait.

Patience woman I am not, the coffee got cold and my restless spirit,

need a long walk into the Central park and you to make me feel,

I am the only one in your mind.

Make be believe,

I am your first thought in the morning and 

the last thoughts in the midnight hours.

You promise me adventure,

you promise me dance and strong drink.

We have been talking for three months,

interlacing feet and hands like old lovers at coffee shops and

you stealing kisses.

I know you believe I am a bad, bad woman.

Are you afraid of me?”

I held her hands and I whispered.

I am not afraid of you.

I adore those dark eyes,

I love your face and 

I love when you read your sweet words to me.

I dream of our midnight talks and our bodies becoming one in the 

New York city Winter nights.

You ain’t a bad, bad lady.

I am just a man who want to taste the salt on your skin,

I want to see your evening face, I want to see your morning face.

But I know,

woman control all things.

If you didn’t want me.

My last wish would be broken and some wishes we do need.

She smiled and she brought my hands to her mouth,

she kissed each one slowly and sweetly. And she looked up, 

and she told me.

“You do make wonderful promises and maybe my love, my darling.

We have intertwining dreams and the sun is falling,

maybe a whiskey night, maybe some jazzy songs and some alone time.

Maybe the artist want some black velvet whiskey and the poet’s voice to

whisper some sweet words. Make her believe.

The illusion of love, can be true.”

Two people left the coffee shop,

the sun was falling, the moon was arising and

the golden dust blessed them.

                Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Some words.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

yeah i have that habit too... can't help but dangle my feet over a pool of sharks:/ i've got the bite marks to prove it... but they are so lovely those creatures:) I have nothing less than an overwhelming compunction to dive into that picture and swim with that shark too! lovely lovely lovely write coyote oh wait Coyotes are predators too... hmmm

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Coyotes can be a predator. I appreciate the wonderful comment.

[Poetic Beauty]

Love the emotion and anticipation that plays out in this piece. The imagery of the coffee shop and rainy days sets the tone. Vividly done as always. It’s good to pop on and read your work.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. It’s good to see you are still writing and still hanging out around here for people to enjoy your romantic endeavors

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Illusions are never what they seem...may be like a dream but the dream is never what it seems...that which you see and have control of is all but a dream....wonderful words of truth ..love as it should be true pure and free...🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we need illusions. Thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment. I appreciate your kind words.

[raj24]

Reading your words is like going through a romantic journey where nothing looks unimaginable. Illusions play a great role and each night looks like a new beginning to another amazing ride. Brilliant work again.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Life need to be lived. I told my children. When you are young. Travel, test life and have some fun. You will be old for a long time.

[AJNJ]

“The illusion of love, can be true.”

This line got me. On it rests every story of love. Love. It’s illusion. It’s reality. Make of it what you wish. Brilliant words and a pleasing end.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. Love is a illusion till we cross a line of no-return.

[AJNJ]

Yes...always good to tread carefully. I enjoyed your lines. :)

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This is beautiful, Coyote.
I can feel life, love and beauty in this piece. I really love the picture you painted here and I love how the story ends.

That's great.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. You are very kind.

[sonnie ibadah]

"Are you afraid of me?”
I held her hands and I whispered.
I am not afraid of you."

I love this!!!!!!!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Some women can be very dangerous dear Poet. Thank you for reading and the comment.