Worn and torn love.

A very old poem with a rewrite.

Worn and torn love
                         Written on 8 April 1985

                        (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady.
                         I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay.
                         I hope she found peace?)

She never allowed me to understand her pain.
Pretending to be someone else.

Acting out parts like a woman in a cheap porno movie.

I’m sorry if she were abused.
Unable to untangle the disorder in her
heart and mind.

My life wasn’t always so organized and demented.

Finding joy and pleasure in the consumption and 
digesting of new young woman flesh.

Her brown eyes.
Looked into my eyes and
she tried to find one reason to stay.

I wrote a simple poem for her.

                   “Sweet Angela
                   So beautiful.
                   You are cut so deep.
                   So young.
                   Unable to run 
                   from yesterday.
                   Stay with me.
                   Awake in the 
                   morning with me.

                   Maybe we will find 
                   a  reason to be alive.”

She stood up and
she slowly undressed for me.
I’m infatuated with her beautiful and young body.

She danced in circles.
She sang to me.
“I wanted to be a dancer,
I wanted to be a singer,
I wanted to be loved forever.”

She fell upon my bed.
I brought her close.
Whispered.
The flesh is more hungry then the
desire to know love.

In the morning.
We walked on the Seaside beach at 6am.

We sat together drinking coffee at the Cafe.
The quiet of the Seaside beach.
Leave us thinking.

We went  and sat upon the sandy beach.
She began to write my name in the sand.
She showed me my name surrounded by a heart.
Wrapped her arms around me and
she whispers “Thank you.”

She told me.
“I’m twenty years old.
Disease and cold hearten.
Why do you spend time with me?”

I smiled.
Kissed her sweet lips and
I brought her closer.

I told my beautiful Angela.
“Love is not a secure bet.”

“Gift of the flesh is easy.
Satisfying of the body is easily done.”

“Love takes at least a lifetime.”

                     Coyote
                    8 April 1985

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Neville]

Your way with words is quite simply unique .. yet there is nothing simple about them at all .. they always have so much depth and a flavour so real .. invariably savoured and never not enjoyed .. 'Worn and Torn Love' is not an exception to this longstanding rule .. Thanks for being you Coyote and write on sir ... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the comment. Once upon a-time. I roamed my world. Always was people seeking a kind face and a smile.

[Chris Shaw]

So true Coyote.

Gift of the flesh is easy
Satisfying of the body easily done.
Love takes at least a life time.

I hope Angela found peace and love. I hope she learned something from you.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I had learn the hard lesson. Dear Chris. All of us must learn the hard way. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.