Love on the rocks…

Love on the rocks..

(If we find love on a beautiful Spring day. Will our love grow to a field of wildflowers?)

We drank, we stole and borrowed kisses and skin. 

Once our kisses were sweet, now became bitter.

Now we drink till we can remember love.

We speak of love and we speak of hate.

I told you. You can’t speak of love and hate in the same sentence.

Once we made love till the morning arrived for us.

Now we take and take from each other.

We have become thieves and liar in the midnight hours.

Once we spoke love words and today.

We love the silence.

I told the night.

When love died,

it is a bloody death.

Coyote