I tried to memorized her face..

Some new poetry.

I tried to memorize her face..

She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea.

She didn't like loud people and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay.

She adored band night in the Monterey taverns and the poetry readings in Pacific Groves.

I tried to memorize her beautiful face and I needed to hear her laughter.

I loved when she crossed her long bare legs over me and she read her favorite book to me.

I tried to memorize her dancing/moving feet and the softness of her legs.

She hated clothing and I loved when her nude body held me so tightly.

We knew. I was Winter and she was Spring.

She was a nurse and I was a soldier.

I would leave her and I would never return to the same place.

We knew, we will two people dancing in a storm. Just holding on and waiting for a miracle.

We were naked, fearless and honest. We wanted to taste love, we wanted to know some laughter.

Now the old soldier returned to the Monterey bay and he knew.

Beautiful Gail found joy and happiness.

And he had learn to accept less.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, but why should he accept less than joy and happiness? Life itself is a war between good and evil and we must fight for the things we want in our lives. We must fight to be happy; to have joy, to remain sane. We are all soldiers in that sense. We can't mourn the bodies of lost loves and failed endeavors we leave behind or sit contemplating our retreat. There is no retreat from life but one and that freedom comes to all, sooner of later. It's up to us to make the best of the time we have left. The soldier in your poem understood that. He was making the best of the time he had with a woman whose company he enjoyed. It's the best we can do; making the best of the time we have and fighting for our own happiness and the happiness of those around us, our children, grandchildren, wives and friends. It's up to us to build our own heaven or hell so we have to choose our tools carefully. Here's to sanity, sobriety and a sense of time. Because time is passing and waits for no man. Go grab yourself some happiness my friend, hold it tight and enjoy it while you can. Bless, F.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian. My poetry pen was alive last night. Been a rough month. I needed some new words.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Bless you, John. Keep the faith.

[Perdition]

The first lines are so powerful in making or breaking a poem. Sometimes I'll throw out a beast just to see if I can recover but who knows why...THIS does not suffer that same disease. it is a wishful soul remembering and retracing places and parts to a woman's sway and eventually, she'll read over skin...they always do; my four favorite colors. Letting go and letting lose is both kindness and cruelty but in the end, that sea just knows..the bay puts a face for our pain to lean or look out over, then we'll turn and return back into our night. Beautiful Coyote...Been a few bays I'd just assume forget..but that just wouldn't be right would it?

[Coyote Poetry]

I try to remember Perdition. I befriended some of my old lovers on Facebook. They look good still and I got old. Thank you for reading and the wonderful comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

The most beautiful things in life are those moments that last forever.

Thank you for sharing it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Sarah. We must the nice things and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.