Neverland…
(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