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Black As the Night

Black as the night

I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance, she was so damn beautiful and I knew.

If you dance with a woman, who heart is gone, her eyes are cold and deadly. Love is myth and tale to her. Better to be a bystander who won't learn the taste of the sweet warm lips and the entanglement of legs, arms and skin. When you dance with the Devil. The Devil always win.

She came to me and she whispered. Not dancing with me Johnnie tonight. Is it fear or wisdom? I'm lonely my sweet man, baby, honey and dear. Please dance with me, whisper me a sexy story. Where love is sweet and forever. Make my skin bleed with need, make my body beg to be caressed and kissed. Don't be afraid Johnnie. Your heart is blacker than my heart. You make the Summer days colder. I like and need this.

I stood-up and I took her hands. We wandered to the dance floor. The Jazz is good and she is hotter than a wildfire that cannot be controlled. I put my face into her long auburn hair, brought her body closer and I felt every movement of her hips and shoulders. I whispered to her. Black hearten lady, my perfect muse and sweetheart. You are heaven and hell in the same kiss. The dead hours lover's, love the blackness of the night and we give all we have left to the sameness of the people who forgot the sweetness of love and kind touch.

She smiled and she looked at my face and she whispered. Johnnie, can save the dead in heart. If you don't want to be saved. It is alright Johnnie. Broken down people don't want miracles and hide their dreams. At the Purgatory Inn, the jazz is wonderful and you and I. We can pretend, better than being alone.

Two people are moving slow and easy to the Jazz and the blackness of the night covered the day. Safe haven for the cold and the lonely.

Johnnie/Coyote

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Sometimes We Must Steal and Loan Kisses

Sometime we must steal and loan kisses

Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin's tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat.
Once she wanted everything and more,
now she need the Long Islands ice teas.
She was a beauty and the men knew,
she wanted the Jazz songs and the silence.

Every Friday night, I followed her into the Jazz club and I watched her beautiful face.
I could see her hazel eyes that had turned grey and the hardness in the movement of her face.
She shared fake smiles with the bar keep and she loved the silence.

I wrote a poem for her.

"Sleeping beauty

Pretty things can break easily,
some broken things cannot be fixed.
Beautiful face don't mean hopeful heart.
Sometime Sleeping Beauty,
don't want to be awaken.

Wise men know,
when the woman seek the comfort of the Jazz and the drink,
their eyes faraway, wishing to be elsewhere,
leave them be.

I left a note for her,
sometimes we must steal and loan kisses.
Sometimes we must accept enough,
we ain't dead and bury yet."

I went near her, laid the poem near her drink and I went to my corner. She read the poem and she looked at me, my pen and journal. I saw her pondering my face, my purpose. She laughed and smiled. Held the poem to her heart.

I turn away from her, allowed her to be what she needed. I understood. I felt a gentle touch and the beautiful woman looked hard into my eyes. She whispered, damn poets think words can awake a sleeping heart. You word men think life is love, love is life. She reached out her hand and she told me my name is Luna. I took her hand and I told her. My name is Johnnie and I believe. Love hurt, love make us bleed till we cannot. I am sorry to interrupting your quiet.

She smiled and her grey eyes begin to turn blue and she laughed. She asked the bar keep for two Long Island ice teas and she told me. Mr. Hemingway of Austin, Texas. Write me a poem to make me feel hungry for kiss and tell.

"Pretty wishes

When Cinderella don't want to dance no-more,
when honey kisses turn bitter,
when we love the darkness,
what have we be become?

Love be sweet, love be damned,
once hopeful heart become black with memories.
Do we accept less?

Lonely lovers make wishing well wishes,
tossing coins into the deep well.
Just pretty wishes,
never to become true.

Dear Cinderella must decide,
love or hate,
sit or dance,
sweet dreams or nightmares.
We are the caretaker of our heart.
Accept nothing or accept everything.
Knowing.

We can fall into the sweetness of love,
we can fall into the confusion of love."

I gave her the poem and I watched her eyes when she surveyed my words. She looked-up and I saw her eyes dancing with color. Her hazel eyes, now wild and beautiful. She smiled and she whispered. Soldier, you make me smile, you make me laugh. Been a long time since I wanted to smile and laugh. Do you dance Hemingway?

I told her. Hemingway is always willing to dance and the dance hall is near. I would be willing and honored to take you dancing. She reached over and she gave me a long and sweet kiss. She whispered.

Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses dear poet.

Dancing Coyote

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Leftover Wine

Leftover wine

Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers and the dancing sea.


You were the prettiest and kindest woman, I ever seen. I loved your silence and I loved your words. I told you. My life is to make you smile, to make you laugh and to make you dance.


You asked me often. What do you need? What do you want? I told you. My only wish is for you to be happy.  If I had one wish. The wish would be, for you to find proper place and happiness.


Life is still now for me and the stillness is accepted.  I have old memories and leftover wine. I lost my energy of youth and I have accepted less. Sweet lady, savior and sweet wish. You make me remember.


"Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing, the young lassies skip and play, let the cup go around" John Fletcher"


Today I have leftover wine to be shared. Still sweet and tasty to the people needing reasons to smile and be alive. Today I will dance with the moving water of Lake St Clair and whisper to the wind.


We get what we deserve. Bewitching lady, my sweetest breathe and lasting dream. You deserve wild free country, quiet cabin and a garden of wildflowers. Maybe caged man will find this utopia and know what is sweet and kind.

                            Johnnie/Coyote

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Butterfly Kisses

Butterfly kisses

Once my baby girl,
once my world.

We had Summer days at the beach, wandered all the parks near when the days were warm, we shared the first day of school and I waited a thousand day at the bus-stop for you.

I learn love when you came into my world,
daddy's little girl grow-up and they know.
Always a safe place in their father's eyes and home.

I remember your butterfly kisses and your smile of gold.
You made my world more wonderful and I am thankful,
for my little girl, now strong woman.

I love you my little one.

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Over and Over Again

Over and over again
 
I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.
You whispered to me in a sweet dream.
“Over and over my dearest,
we can run but we cannot hide.
Even love afar,
make the heart wish to be serenade by true love caress.
 
The tapestry of life, is never fair.
You and I, soulmates in some distance place and today.
We are captured by the turmoil of life.
 
I know, as you do.
If I had you near,
I would drink of your lips, your skin and fall into your into your warmth of serene breasts. I would never release you and I would pray.
Please hold me close and caress my face and hair till we cannot  no-more,
please make me feel alive again.
I would want you to whisper to me, sweet words of love into the midnight hours.
You are capture my heart and you are my love alone.
 
Over and over again, we go.
Please forgive me,
for finding you when my sedated life was accepted.
 
You are sugar and spice, everything nice.
My wish is for you never to cry, for you to laugh and to know joy.
My endearing hope is,
is you to know only joy and happiness,
every day of your life.
 
Sweet words, gentle voice made me wish for places where life is simple.
Long walks, long talks.
Drinking coffee and tea,
watching the morning arise and be content with any place we can be.
and love remembered
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Love be sweet, love be kind.
Love alive is never forgotten.
 
Johnnie/Coyote

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Love

She told me, please be kind to me.
Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart.
She whispered please drink of me,
make me feel, I am the only one.
I taught her, pretty words can be pretty lies.


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The blushing rose, is sun-kissed by the sun.
When the shade of love make us believe,
we are adored and beckon us to be fearless and brave.
Do we show real face, lull in the breathe of love without caution?
Shall we be a thief or lovers, the poet asked the raising sun?


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I loved the weeping willow,
her faithful heart made her believe,
love would save her.
Love did teach her.
The sweetest kiss turn to the taste of vinegar.




Dancing Coyote

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I Want To Fall In Love Again

I want to fall in love again


The deepest midnight wishes we have.
Wishes to the first star seen above in the early dust of the night,
wishes shared for the moon and the sea.
Just secret wishes we hope to know again, taste again.


I told the half-moon,
I want to fall in love again, I want to fall in love again.
I want a blushing beauty who know laughter and we are kind to each other.


Beautiful muses sing in my dreams.
I remember the midnight talks and  when love beckon us to sweet kisses and embrace.
Two faithful hearts were content to dwell in each other world.


 I want to know again, the passion way, 
where someone make you live and die in their arms.
I told the half-moon.


I want to hear the voice of my dearest love,
hear her say, please drink of me.
Take what you need and let's stay nude till noon.
Lock the door and please hold me tightly.


I burn some white sage and I told the Pacific.
I want to fall in love again, I want to fall in love again.
I want someone to be my everything and I am her,
her wish and a prayer, her comfort and safe place.

Dancing Coyote

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Night Vision

We were naked,
we twisted our bodies into unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams.
We talked and we used twisted words.
Did we show real face, did we do, just enough?



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We knew thirst,
we pledged broken promises and I saw broken skin.
I kissed sacred scars and I made you smile.
Was dead midnight and we did the liar's prayer.


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Kelli, skin so smoothe, so sweet.
You wanted the moon and I wanted your kiss.
You were wild fire and I was quiet lake.
In dreams, our loved lived and I remember the most beautiful girl, I ever knew.

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I Wanna Fall In Love

I wanna fall in love

Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish man. Now he sit by the sea wishing for last dance, more laughter and the sweetness of love words.

Creeping silence, creeping loneliness and creeping wishes invade my quiet mind. I wonder? Can once man, who loved the great storms, can the man, who loved love. Is he gone?

Hemingway’s life led this great man to suicide in 1961 and I wonder what did he yearn for before he ended his life? Did Hemingway remember the pretty eyes women with perfect curves? Did he remember his beloved sea? Did he remember dancing the tango with a pretty French girl in Paris? I pray the dreams of war didn’t drive Papa Hemingway to the taste of the gun.

I’m beginning to learn the J.D Salinger wish. To be left alone and to write for myself only. I feel my words are meaningless to people. I don’t know. Old age, old disappointment and feeling I can’t do anything to change my world.
I have met angels and I have met devils. Both broke my heart. Today I write a poem, a wish.
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I wanna fall in love again

Love me right, love me wrong.
I have loved many things in my long life.

I have loved the sea.
She was my perfect storm.
I could touch her, dance with her.
I could not hold her forever.

I have loved love.
Oh, those beautiful and tempting eyes.
The gentle curves of a woman body.
Wonderous trips of hands and sweet kiss,
discovering secret places and perfect knowledge of emotions.

I remember the whiskey kisses and
two people falling deeper and deeper into the freedom of wild
and untamed love.

I know the sea will always befriend me and love did not.
The movement of love, hills and valleys.
Perfect places that can turn to hellish place.

I wanna to fall in love.
I want to dance with the Pacific and
I want a kind woman to whisper love words under the midnight sky.
I want to feel again.
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Today, I’m on the crossroad of life. Come alive or forget?

Johnnie/Coyote