I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind.
A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long auburn hair into wildness and dance.
She beckons me to her with a glance and a smile. She send me butterfly kisses and I went to her. She embraced me and she told me. I want a colorless world where we listen to voices and I can draw beautiful faces to canvas. I dislike mean people who cried and complain. I loved you because you are my laughing soldier who adore the sea and you dance with me in the great storms of the California Winter. You love my tequila craziness and I need our 5 am morning walks by the sea.
I kissed her once and I kissed her twice. I told her. I am jealous of the sea. You love the sea more than me and I am jealous of the September wind. The wind can caress your face, your skin. At will. The sea can caress your soft feet and you sing to her like a missed lover.
She laughed at my words and she told me. You are my wild sea, Johnnie. You are always seeking more, wanting more. You burn white sage every Sunday morning for the sick and the sad. With you near, I feel gladness and I know. Love isn’t a prison and hope is alive and well still.
I told her. Dear Veronica, beautiful Veronica, in those wild hazel eyes. I can see everything and I feel warm and safe in them. When you hold me tightly against your breasts and I can hear your heartbeat. I know I have the blessing of a warm September rain on my skin. Your gift of kindness is my joy and my happiness.
We walked toward the sea and we told the Goddess of the sea. Thank you for sharing the sea with us, thank you for sharing the beautiful star filled night with us.
Coyote
Lovely
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