Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Mistakes can be costly. The lessons are to teach us to be kind.
(2 March 1986)
I awoke alone.
I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms.
In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.
I held her nubile body and savior her sweet kisses.
I dreamed you whispered my name.
I felt you closing your eyes.
Your dreams opening up nights of splendor and a torrid love.
You awoke with tarnished memories and you want solitude.
I left you an early spring morning.
My icy words without remorse.
Left you with tears on your beautiful face.
You sit-up in your bed.
Realizing you were alone.
Tears felled for not understanding why someone who loved you.
Would tease with words of love and promise .
You taught me loneliness.
Now I want mercy from you.
Leave me.
Spare me your stories and sleazy words.”
I went to her.
Touched her face.
Whispered I’m sorry.
Into the night.
A man with the hunger to touch everything.
Yearn for serene and splendor nights.
He has loved an angel once.
His hunger for new flesh left him empty.
He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman’s heart.
Coyote
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John, your heart is exposed and bleeding in this poem. Sad and beautiful.
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Even the cold in heart can feel pain. Thank you for the comment.
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You’re welcome.
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Almost like you are touching it!
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Regret and bad actions catch up with you. Thank you for the comment.
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a very moving read. Karma can be a bitch. Enjoyed this very much, John.
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Karma will get you in the end. Thank you for the comment.
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So heartbreaking and moving. The first line is so powerful- simple, yet all-encompassing. I feel the man’s remorse and his regret in his words. Love the raw emotions here.
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Regret catches up with bad deeds. Thank you for the comment.
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whata heart touching piece JOhn!
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In a long life. We learn to be kinder. In the end. All pain is shared. Thank you for the comment.
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