No cure for love.

Sometime looking back. The bad days don't seem so bad.

                  No cure for Love.

In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.
I tried to forget a woman's face and green eyes.
Tried to forget those long beautiful and soft  legs.
I tried to erode the memory of her beautiful body.


Leonard Cohen is playing "No cure for love."
I sat alone in the back of a Texas dance hall.


The restrains of grief and my frigid heart rendered me

merciless and cold.

I dance on nails now.

Pain become an pleasure.
Allowing a trace of emotion to appear rarely.


I was filled with the cancer of disappointment.
Left hopeless.
Now the twilight deepen.


I sat on the sideline of hopelessness.
Waiting for one damn reason to keep going forward.


A sensuous and beautiful lady whispered.
Sweet and spiritual words.



"My Poet.
Rest with me my love.
Let's find a secret hostel.
Where two can unite against the world."


Her perfume intoxicated my senses.
My emotions and desires begin to maneuver.
Her sweet smell of lilies began to awake
my impoverished heart.


She took me to the dance floor.
We do a Texas two-step.
Slow and easy.


Her sweet voice whispers to me.
"I'm here.
I have tasted pain.
Swam in the misery of disappointment."


"Tonight we must redeem our heart and soul."


She gave me a soft gentle kiss.
Laid her head onto my chest.
She looked into my eyes.
Her blue eyes  kind and gentle.
Even the un-lucky can find love.
She told me.


"We must create a bridge.
Based on the real things that are important.
Make only true promises.
We expect to accomplish."


We sat by the Austin river.
The Texas sun was appearing from the east.


A broken man and a lady who lost her wings.


Today we begin a new dance.
In the paradise of love and emotion.


The sweet woman told me.
"We must live through hell.
To know love."


I brought her close.
I whispered "Thank you."
I told her "love takes time."


I kissed her sweet lips.
Brought her close to me.


I whispered.
"We must strive to be kind and
Maybe the splendor of love.
Will come back."


"Into our heart and soul? "



                 Coyote
                    1991

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Any errors. Please help. Never too old to learn.
Coyote

Reviews

[DaniiJ]

Gorgeous poem. Just don't forget to be consistent with your tenses (e.g. in the first stanza "I tries to erode the memory (of) her beautiful body" - "I tries", would better as "I tried...") Just minor grammatical errors, otherwise great write. Keep it up.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

wow this is amazing.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is Art. You told a timeless story with class
and unique perspective. This is pure love. There
were no influences of the materialistic world
clouding the visions. Amazing work.

[KaySea]

very impressive. keep up the great work.

[Tina Kline]

Sometimes love can bring someone back from the darkness. This has sadness to it yet there is a lot of hope. Very beautiful.

[Im His Daughter]

(tried) I tries to forget a woman face and green eyes.
Tries to forget those long legs.
I tries to erode the memory her beautiful body.

(dance) I danced on nails now.
(a) Pain became an pleasure.

(with (the) cancer) I was filled with cancer of disappointment.
(deepen (s)) Now the twilight deepen.

A( Sensuos or A Sensual or The Sensual) Sensous and beautiful lady whisper.(ed or s)

Her perfume intoxicate (ed or s) my senses.
My emotion (s) and desire (s) begin to maneuver.
Her sweet smell of lillies began to awake (maybe Her scent of sweet lillies)?
my impoverish heart. (impoverish my heart)

(Swam) in the misery of disappointment

(laid) her head into my chest
Her blue eyes kind and gentle.(just backspace it)

Base (d) on the real things that are important.

(The) sweet) Sweet woman told me.

I whispers (ed) "thank you."
I tell (told) or)) her (that) "love takes time."

I whispers. (ed)
"We must strive to be kind.
(and) or (that) Maybe the spendor of love.
Will come back."


"Into our heart (s) and soul (s) ? "

My fixes are merely suggestions & if you don't agree with them that is fine, but i think it may sound better if it was these.. Great Poem Coyote

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

To run from love is to run into the darkness.. what a sweet and tender story... we tend to find the knowledge and comfort we need in the most unlikely of places.

[Liza]

this was so sad and so sweet; life is so fragile and its those moments love is helpful but we might take it for granted until we are faced with our own end. hopefully not...thank you for sharing.