Spare me your stoties and your 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 savior her sweet kisses.



I dreamed you whispered my name.

I felt you closing your eyes.

Your dreams opening up nights of splendor and a torrid love.

You awake with tarnished memories and you desire solitude.



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.

Whispered. “What do you desire now?

You taught me hate.

You taught me loneliness.

Now I want mercy from you.

Leave me.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.”



I went to her. 

Touched her face.

Whisper I’m sorry.



Into the night.

A man with the hunger to touch everything.



Yearn for serene and splendor nights.

He has loved a angel once.

His hunger for new flesh left him empty.

He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman’s heart.


                         Coyote