Please talk to me.

Please talk to me.

She told me in her sleepy voice.

Please talk to me, please write on my bare skin.

Show me love is alive and well dear lover.

Please write me, a thousand words,

to make me feel wanted and complete on the softness of my skin.

Allow our hands, allow our lips to touch the utopia of love blessing.

I told her. We laughed together, we had cried together.

You have taught me. Love is good days, bad days.

Dear love, I don’t remember the bad days.

I do remember the laughter; I do remember the midnight dances.

You make my world more beautiful.

You are the love of my life.

My lovely lady, let’s hold on tight.

Let’s become old together and I will adore your face when we become old.

I will love the lines on your face and I will love the gray in your hair.

Please love me till your last breathe and

please wait for me when you leave my world.

I will catch up with you my dear love.

Dancing Coyote