“Mystical places”
Mystical places
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.
Many types of keepsakes my friend.
There are tattoos upon skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.
There are scars from battles won and lost.
Then there is sweet faces of woman we had loved and held.
Whiskey, gin and rum can make us forget for a time.
But those kind memories where beautiful woman laid naked in sheet of silk and cotton.
Waiting for you with welcoming smiles.
When men fall into the softness of the bosom of the kind woman.
The mystical place of the tender skin, sweet kisses and warm places. Leave the man yearning for more.
Adoring glances lead to places of splendor.
True lover dance many slow dances and blaze into wild desire without fear.
Old men hold tight to beautiful faces and places.
The mystical places dwell in our heart forever.
Sweet names are whispered in secret made-up dreams.
The body will decay. Fatigue of living may overtake us.
The keepsakes of life are what we will hold dear and close.
Kind faces and sweet kisses are not forgotten.
Coyote
First love wasn’t a romantic one. It was one of kinship and friendship with my grandmother as a small boy.
For several years as a young man I had many, frequent and regular first real kisses… if I be honest.
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First love. A expanded place for us with age and life. Real first love may come later in a life.
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Don’t know what it means. I have lost loves… including a very close brother. I am fairly intact regardless of further contraction or expansion. I will never be as smart or successful as Forrest Gump as I don’t know what love is. Like intelligence it is rarely central… when putting the sciences and humanities in harmony. I can dance and I do like to.
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you my friend for the reblogged. I do appreciate.
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