Rear-end of a so-call love…


Rear-end of a so-call love.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Sometime little is better than none."

 Rear-end of a so-call love….

She poured the tequila and
she told me I’m the only one.

I whispered..
To the only one I’m holding tonight.
 I  kissed her  tequila soaks lips.

We engulfed in a laughter.
 We were two people with only lies left.


But it doesn’t matter anyway.

We fell on the cheap motel bed.
 I held her tightly.

Our lovemaking isn’t to excite the soul.

Just to release a hunger.
 That always want more.

She told me I was her best.
 I whispered you were the best too.

We laughed again.

Lies are easy to speak.

Does it matter anyway?

We separate in the morning.

I don’t ask for a phone number.

We know where to find each other.

At the bar with the cheap liquor.

After the beer and booze hit.

It don’t matter anyway.

                            COYOTE

Category : poetry