Never, neverland…

Never, never land…

(Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart can know the wonder of a perfect day, the sun on our face. Let’s become like children in heart and learn to smile again.)

The first kiss, the last kiss.

What kiss shall we remember?

I believe, every kiss I told her.

She asked for a kiss? And I told her.

I never refuse a kiss.

Each kiss make me want a thousand more.

She had the tattoo of a raven on her back,

she had the tattoos of butterflies on her pretty feet.

A hidden heart on her inner thigh and

a smile that could tempt my heart and my mind.

He told her, even a mournful woman can be a muse.

Sometimes easier to awake the dead, then the living.

A mournful woman had nothing to hide.

I washed her hair, I washed her back.

I washed her feet and her legs.

I kissed the flying raven on her back.

I told her. What mystery is hidden in your eyes.

She submitted to me willingly,

here eyes were dangerous and wild. I asked her. Are we dancing on quicksand?

She smiled and she whispered.

The gift of the flesh demands payment.

Sometimes dear Johnnie, we must share a wink.

And free-fall into the need of the body.

Maybe the heart can follow?

Dancing Coyote