Maybe, maybe not

Just words and a song.

Maybe, maybe not

 

 

Maybe, maybe not she whispered.

We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes.

She told me.

When you open locked doors,

spread the legs wide.

Are we stealing or borrowing?

Is the kiss so deadly,

the cost so heavy.

Can we pay the payment for?

You can’t own everything dark poet.

The flesh is never free,

the twist of the midnight dance,

the naked heart,

does it want more or does it die with every taste of skin?

I told her.

If we lose our smile,

if we lose the longing,

if we lose the rage, the need.

What is left of  Us?

She looked at the Pacific and she whispered to her.

If we break open the old scars of love,

allow them to bleed out.

Are we better?

I brought her closer and I whispered.

Better to die a good death,

feel everything we can.

The dead don’t cry no-more and we ain’t dead yet.

I kissed her long and sweetly. And she smiled and she told me.

Kisses cost plenty  and demand promises.

Are we brave enough to show real face?

 

 

 

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' If we lose our smile, - if we lose the longing,- if we lose the rage, the need. - What is left of Us? '

.Never just words, John. The way you've set out this poem is different as if thoughts and actions are being considered, meant to make sense until.. towards the end.. they ignite into the More that is not described.. is almost too personal to display. Perhaps that is why this is one of the best of your writing..

Thank you so much f or sharing your dreams and skill. Keep safe. Please.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma for reading and the comment. My mind is working. Writing story and poetry in my dreams. Be careful and be safe my friend.

[emmajoy]

Your mind is in a wonderful dream state, John. And as always, thank you for letting me briefly share it. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we as poets do seem to be able to own our darkness for sure...
"i journeyed into her eyes"
what a great phrasing...
i think most of our pitfalls in life stem from not showing our real faces...
we wear masks figuratively...and don't take them off.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Jacob. We allow few to see our real face. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[poison&kerosene]

This paints such a beautiful picture. Melancholy but incredibly real. Love it! Excellent piece of writing!!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[John the Baptist]

Both sensuous and profound, this one. The lady seems reluctant, wondering at the emotional price that must be paid for this coming together. To be brief, she is afraid. The poet tries to give her a carpe diem sort of reassurance, telling her basically to live and feel fully in the moment. In the end, though, she still has questions. One of the best pieces I have seen from this poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. More fearful people than fearless. I appreciate the comment.

[Corset]

Gorgeous write Coyote, so many beautiful words, but the call of the geese while I read was just wonderful and made me a bit nostalgic , which is not all your fault btw :D but I was thinking about those old wounds that never bleed to cleanse and seal the wounds. I am especially moved as well by the lines Emma picked out below and I think all that is left is the love. A day spent in love is absolutely the best day and way to live or die.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am a old man now. Love is so different. If we are wise, allow love to become what we are. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed, if we lose our smiles we loose so much ;-]

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my dear friend. Better to laugh than cry. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Your writing always sets the mood so well. Needy people I've always found nearly impossible to love; the constant demand and expectation. My woman, my wife, has come to accept my word as my bond, nothing added to or subtracted from it. I keep my promises but I'm very difficult to be persuaded into anything I think I might not be able to fulfill. As Clint Eastwood said in Magnum Force, " A man's got to know his limitations." I think we might mourn in spirit as spirit just as we mourn in spirit while we are yet flesh. If so, there are unhappy spirits of the dead, just as there are those gone to rewards of everlasting joy. But, in truth, I do not know. This was a heartwarming read, John. I enjoyed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian for reading and the comment. Some people like quiet and being alone. They must open the door.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love it when you say 'just words' because only a poet can take a measure of the past, and a pinch of want and create the words I read above.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Cherrie. Our words, we write and we hope. Meaningful and worthwhile. I hope you are doing well. Be careful and be safe my friend.

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

The dead don’t cry no-more and we ain’t dead yet.
I kissed her long and sweetly. And she smiled and she told me.
Kisses cost plenty and demand promises.
Are we brave enough to show real face

These lines really spoke to me. As true the dead don't cry for they have no more feelings.
As well as Kisses cost plenty, All depends really, that is if the feeling is there it may.
This is a really well written write, makes one think as well it is beautiful. Awesome write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend for the comment. We must be brave, learn the dance of emotions.