Monday little poems..

You..

You make me want things I cannot have.Your  sweet words making me wish for places were I can be free and wild. Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes.       

                Secrets

..I want to tell you. I have thought of you often. When I write and drink my bloody Mary. I wish I could lock the doors and whisper to you. You have create a madness where only your sweet kiss and embrace can heal.     

               Falling..

Beautiful Poet. Your words dripping with uncontrolled  want. Make me wish you were at my feet. Wanting eyes begging for touch and kiss.                   Want Mad man Poetry sing of beauty touched. Unrewarded love leaving  you yearning for more dances in places where the light is left on. To ensure memory is encased forever of beauty touched and never forgotten.     

                           Coyote/John Castellenas