I want to love you like
I want to love you like
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words and good song.
I want to love you like
I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love.
I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your pale skin and womanly curves.
I want you to dance to Leonard Cohen song “A million kisses deep”. For you to dance freely and nude by the lights of the moon and the stars. I want to bathe in your beauty and create treasures of memories of your beautiful smile and joyful laughter.
I will rise up and bring you near. I will languish in the scent of the fragment of flowers on your scented skin and hair. I will hold the embrace of your warm and soft body near.
I want us to fall into the bed of soft sheets and blankets. Drink red wine and hold fervent kisses of the sweet red wine. Fall together and frolic in the nectar of wild and sweet love like we are children learning to love.
I want us to dance in the heat of the night where two bodies move to the same song of love. I want to feel you near and I will whisper to you. You are my everything.
I want to love you, like we still need each other still.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Such beauty! I’ve missed your poetic words!
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Thank you Eva. You are very kind.
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Lovely expressions for the one worthy of this gift.
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Thank you Lady Virtue for reading and the the comment. I do appreciate.
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I think this is my favorite of yours, John. So lovely…that last line makea me want to, well,…its inspiring. Thank you for being such a great emotional poet. Fantastic.
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Thank you Audrey. I’m glad you liked the poem.
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Nights are for learning what the days never tell. There is no fairwell, is there? With some people they always remember, embers in their hearts are fanned; by loving everything, they invert perversion, and realize what other lovers seek quietly in books (The Joy of…); the night holds them to rivers of repentent looks; and they pick-up cigarettes in moonlight and fustigate their truce. Because only a few bar them know what to do; and that is who is peeling their door. Those others are the only ones that know and to whom they need answer.
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Hello Poet slave. I’m old and I’m still learning. I believe key is. Ensure your number two is having a good time. Greed in passion will kill off the want and need. Leave you alone and not content. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I have read your work. Won’t allow me to comment. I like the internet. I love you poetry. Thank you.
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Both of you, nicely done
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