Some love must be kept a secret. Secret love and hidden memory
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo)
Secret love and hidden memory.
I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.
Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?
Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?
Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?
Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.
Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.
Coyote
May2012
Writers definitely hang on to everything. Beautifully written
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Thank you for reading and the comment. Some memories can’t leave us. Just tattoos of people and places we wished we acted differently.
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well you made me wander back in time. Great poem
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All of us have those good memories hiding. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Memories do become sweeter with age….interesting piece, very nostalgic, also pretty.
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
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My how you get around. I thought it was for real, just more fiction I guess
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It is nonfiction. Some woman can steal your mind and heart. Make you wished you knew them better. Many types of separation. When a photo or a meeting of some kind. Can rebirth hidden places and secrets. Sometime good to have miles separating people. Some temptation can’t be overcome or forgotten.
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