My true love…
My true love
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Written in 1978-rewritten in 2014
My true love….
The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender embrace. You taught me the fruit of love was colorful and worthwhile.
The touch of your slender fingers and your loving eyes had cause my dreams and hope to become free and wild like the untamed sea.
I have swam in the confined of your eyes. Ascending to new places and un-foretold places where I dream of long nights and laying in our bed, blocking out the lights of the new day holding you tightly.
I know I’m the fortunate one. I put my hands through your auburn hair and I tell you.
You are my first love and my only true love. You have brought me into the madness of love and forever. I will fall adrift in your memory. Forever remembering the first kiss and last sweet kiss.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Written in 1979/rewritten in 2014
Love keeps you, doesn’t it? And it possesses us. It’s the ghost we can neither evict nor ignore.
I constantly say this. It’s that to ignore love means to ignore a truth that would cripple us when it has us or cripple us when we have seen the burial of them in the physical earth.
With your words, you seem to have had an experience you cannot simply eject from your mind. Looking to the past and you likely notice this phantom, called love, hovering above you. It is close. It doesn’t lose hold.
Is love a leech? No, not when we share its blood.
All connections of love we can come to call our twin, being the other.
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Without love. What would we be my friend.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my kind friend.
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Indeed!! My pleasure 💖
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What a warm reflective love poem! You truly wrote beautiful pieces. Indeed, good writing fadeth not in its sweetness.
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A very old poem. I was young once. Thank you Lamittan for reading and the comment.
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