Throw me a line please,

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 Throw me a line please , with the hook and sinker, and everything else.

She was the wildest and most beautiful wild flowers in the  valley. She made the saddest man by the sea, smile. She danced with the Pacific, her bare feet touching the moving waves. She sing to the falling sun and she went to sitting poet.

The poet wrote into his journal.

“I wish upon a falling star,

for someone to make me smile.

I tossed a penny into a deepest wishing well,

asking for someone to make me feel alive.
I made a dandelion wish,

watching the dandelion leaves fly to the sky,

for a girl vibrant, alive and filled with joy.

To teach me. I was still was alive.”

She stood near him, the sea breeze moving her Summer dress away from her sun-kissed skin, allowed him to see her strong legs and tender feet. His eyes surveyed her from pretty feet to beautiful hazel eyes. She smiled and she asked. Are you going to throw me a line please, with hook and sinker, and everything else. The poet smiled and he questions her. Was I fishing my dear lady? A wise man don’t reach for the moon. The moon cannot be held.
She laughed at his words and she straddled him. Her face touching his face and she whispered. All of us are fishermen. Seeking things, we cannot have. Dear dark poet, you befriended me, we shared the tequila and the Scottish whiskey. You even stole a kiss or two. But you never showed me your true face. We have talked forever by the sea. I read my poetry to you and you blessed me with your words. I would of gave you everything, anytime you asked. He smiled and he told her.

You are a wildflower, free and ever moving. When you entrap a free-spirit. She will die. You are my ambrosia dream, someone who make the sun more brighter, the night more sweeter. If you take too much. You become a thief. I don’t want to be a thief, I want you to free and be a wonder for my heart and my eyes.

She laughed at his words and she told him. You can’t capture someone who  is willing. Caring for another don’t need to be ownership, love should be giving without demanding reward. When we love someone, their happiness should be your want and need. I want to make you smile, I want to make you yearn for more.

He kissed her warm lips, allowed his hands to flow through long ginger hair and he told her. You do make me smile, you make me dream and yearn to run away. Become the Monterey poet, who write words of a muse, so beautiful, so wonderful and so kind.

She brought him up and she took-off his shoes and socks. She took him to the sea and they danced for the rising moon. The sea waves kissed their feet and he did a silence prayer. Thank you for the lady of the sea. She is a blessing dear Pacific.

Dancing Coyote

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