The midnight hour..

April, poetry month poem number six.

The midnight hours..

I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor.

Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes and her voice.

She wanted the windows wide open and the lights on when we did our midnight dance.

She adored the Rolling stones music and she demanded everything and wanted more.

We would undress and we would dance for the 3 am moon and stars.

Our bodies tried to find the ancient dances and we didn’t seek kindness.

We wanted pleasure.

She made concessions for me. She had given up on love and she allowed me in.

She saw her herself as used-up and dirty. She believed she was soiled.

I told her often. We live in s**t and dirt and we learn to enjoy the taste.

I would whisper quietly to her. Thank you for your friendship and

thank you for your kindness.

She would smile at me and she would tell me.

I need you Johnnie, I like how you look at me.

You look at me with generous eyes and you adore me, as-is.

I love you silky words.

You make my sadness and my betrayal okay.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor.

Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes and her voice.

She wanted the windows wide open and the lights on when we did our midnight dance.

Super transportive write and marvellous lyrical story-telling. So wonderful to read you:)

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[rosie]

I like the direct writing. I find that the sentences too long though. The length per-se is fine, but the words seem wound up in long sentences. Line breaks could help it. It was a nice poem :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Rosie. I have been the epic writer for many moons.

[John the Baptist]

"We live in s**t and dirt and we learn to enjoy the taste." C., I would say you have offended not only the romantics, but also the great chefs of Europe.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will tried to be kinder my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[John the Baptist]

I was only joking.

[Coyote Poetry]

Can't offend a old soldier my friend. Good morning from Michigan.