We shall fall and rise.

We shall fall and rise.

I listened to you,
you are so damn pretty, and you carry a heavy heart.
I made you laugh and I told you.
Naked heart and too much drink,
weaved us into a confused mess.
Pretty lady,
slow down, gather your life.
We shall fall and rise.
Life is a fine teacher,
break us, make us become who we supposed to be.

I was adrift in her eyes and she knew.
We were cigarettes, hard drink and desperate nights.
We accepted token kisses and languished in woven dreams.
We crashed and burnt in a Austin, Texas motel.
She told me often,
Dear poet,
we are sometime lovers, sometime friends.
You are the steady ground I need when I can’t face the night.
I told her.
We are vagabonds seeking too little, too much.
We dressed-up love, we stripped to bare skin and
we never show real face.
We are just thieves and runners.
Somehow, we became empty glasses needing to be filled up.

She smiled and she told me.
It is alright love, my honey.
We are Texas storms,
accepting what we are.
Coyote