Disease

Some sickness is permanent.

 

DISEASE

  Two strangers sat together.
Discussing things that didn't matter.

  The woman looked at the man.
Told him.
"I was once a beauty once.
Men begged for my attention."

 He whispered.
"Beauty is one less burden.
For I can see what you really have become.
You have nothing to hide now.
You became what you truly are."

  He smiled. Kissed her forehead.

Told her.
"Laughter and good drinks were the answer now."

  She smiled and told him..
"You are ugly with hate.
A sad end for a man.
Who held so many dreams."

  He looked into the mirror.

He saw a old and tire man.
Told her.
"Dreams are what the children hold on to."

 " It comes a time.
When you realize.
We are all greedy b******s wanting too much.
Too little."

  She looked away.
He try to explain his disease isn't so special.
"It is many ways to died.
I have chosen my way to finish my journey."


  She asked him to come home with her.
He thanks her for the kind offer.


  Her eyes.
Full of anger.
Would not except his excuse for not desiring her.


  Her voice.
Changed to a softer tone.
Like a Doctor finding a new disease.

  She wondered how any man could not desire her?
She licked her lips.
Told him.
"I could teach you to hunger again?

Make you want to swim in the heat of the warm flesh."


  He gave her a hug.
Whispered into her ear.
"I danced in the turmoil of the flesh so often.
I don't desire to feel the hunger to enter
into the game of the flesh anymore."

  He kissed her lips and her forehead.
His hand felt the softness of red hair.

  Her eyes are shining now.
Still trying to figure a way to break down
the wall of safety.


  She whispered  and brought him closer to her body. Told him.
"I will make you yearn for me.
Men are but fool's wanting for a purpose."

   He smiled.
Told her. "In time we all become the master or the slave.
Looking for someone to pray to or become the servant.
  A screw-up game of give just enough."

  Love has become the most worthless of the four letters words.

She asked him to go home with her again..

He lifted his drink to her.
Told her. "You are still young and may have a chance?
Honey.
Walk away from this bar.
Only the walking dead are waiting for death.
Are here."

  She kissed his face many times.
Young woman with so many scars.
Whispered. "I love you old Poet."

  He watch her walk away.
He does a silence prayer.

  He prayed for her to be Ok.

"Don't end up twisted up and have no place to be.

But the darkness and loneliness of bars and taverns.
                 Coyote
                  1988

Reviews

[Ruth]

It seems sad when that is all that is left for someone....interesting work love...I like it a lot....you make the reader question what life is about....thought provoking in the fact that the reader wonders the circumstances behind it all!
Great work, as always love
xx

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you seemed to leave one thinking alot.

Very thought provoking, meaningful, and sad. But an awesome write

[Elijah Gleaves]

This story was so engaging. The most simple lines like " Young woman with many scars" was very descriptive. This is a sad story and I want the man to feel the desire to live again despite his illness. You have a way of engaging the reader that is awe inspiring.

[∂αʌ<..]

Love has become the most worthless of the four letters words

" It comes a time.
When you realize.
We are all greedy b******s wanting too much.
Too little."

man...Shakespeare would have been proud of you!

[A Risen Heroine.]

This is a n amazing poem...
I like it a lot.
Sometimes peope become like this... sadly.
You're very talented.

~A Fallen Heroine~

[London]

awesome poem, one of my favorites so far!

[Bryan Micheni]

awesome write. subjective, but with a greater meaning...

[November Gold]

You have a magical way of enticing the readers imagination with your flowing poetic stories. Wonderful

[Life Lies Hidden]

Your poetry is deep and meaningful, it holds alot of power. I really love it. Keep it up, Coyote.

[Enigma]

Wonderful. Your poem has many emotions coursing through its words Be it hope, desire, anger, frustration, love. An inspirational read full of wisdom.
Excellent poem! :)

[emmajoy]

Sad heart as I finish this, wondering what happened to the woman who craved love, the physical certainly but for me, she wanted more, far more, she needed to be loved for what and who she was as a human being.. and he, he had experienced the physical, the cerebral, the lust and the union of two souls .. needed to pass on what he felt was life: at its finest love is truth but in accepting that you realise there is more outside it .. ' Love has become the most worthless of the four letters words.' He had his thoughts, others have theirs!