Coyote

you and i so different, yet alike. you, with your crazy jazz, abstract art and football Sundays. and me nothing but elevator music and dizzy ideas i've yet to make sense of. attempting to understand your jazz and abstract art. i doubt i'll ever understand football but i love to win! such funny lovers you and i yet in your arms i find a peace i'd thought had long since left me. your lips are sweet wine and your voice gentle to my ears. both of us searching reaching out for something or someone no strings please but i love you coyote. as much as i can for me. Shadow