Spare me your stories and sleazy words…

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
                               (2 March 1986)

I awoke alone. I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms. In my sensuous and tranquil dreams. I held  her nubile body and savored her sweet kisses.

I left you a early spring morning. My icy words without remorse. Left you with tears on your beautiful face.

You sit-up in your bed. Realizing you were alone. Tears falls for not understanding why someone who loved you. Would tease with words of love and promise so much. Then perish into the morning light.

Sometimes the villain learn too late. He sacrificed paradise and lapsed into an oasis of shit for not being kind.

Fool’s ask for pardon. Woman who swim in loneliness and self-pity. She whispered. What do you desire now? You taught me hate and you taught me loneliness. Now I want mercy from you. Leave me. Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

I went to her and I touched her face. I whispered I’m sorry. Tears fell from her sad eyes and I left her be.

Into the night. A man with the hunger to touch everything. He yearned for serene and splendor nights.

He has loved a angel once. His hunger for new flesh left him empty now and he is shrouded in sadness for braking a kind woman’s heart.


                         Coyote