‘Lover, lover, lover’
Lover, lover, lover
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Leonard Cohen song gave me reason to write.
Burning desire
Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background.
Love was new and you were my only need.
Your gentle whisper of lover, lover, lover. Let’s become one in the cold of the night.
Release the veil of protection and dance in the fantasy of where love is life. Life is love.
I brought you close and kissed warm welcoming lips and I told you.
We are dancing on dangerous ground of no return and I will risk everything for you.
Love sealed with sweet kiss and embrace.
Lover. lover, lover.
You asked me to define love. I looked in your hazel eyes and caressed your auburn hair.
I told you. True love is like a free river. No boundaries or limits. When love is alive. You find places of no return and seek new places where lovers roam freely and safely. She whispered. Lover, lover, lover. Allow your hands to show me I’m alive. Allow your lips to make me tremble and move with joy. Let’s become one in our secret world and place. I brought her close. Allowed the night to become day. Holding her close and wishes to never leave our safe place.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Reblogged this on Ellie belfiglio and commented:
Please read and enjoy the beautiful writing of a very talented writer and a friend, John.
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Extremely beautiful and emotional.
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I share your motivation to write born of an affinity with Leonard, a true genius. Have you read Beautiful Losers? Hellish difficult to grasp initially, yet worth the effort eventually.
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I did. Leonard was our Poet of song for 50 years. I saw him in concert in Germany in 1978 and 1979. His band played for four hours. Thank you Mike for reading and the comment.
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“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
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I miss Leonard Cohen. The Poet of song is missed. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.
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Thank you my friend for the reblogged. I do appreciate.
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