Fasting in loveA Poem by Coyote PoetryLove that is distance and far away. Is it myth or just sweet dreams.
Fasting in love
I made promises of Paris. I yearned for things that I cannot have. Flaming souls are just people crazed with the madness of love. I have read words of love that would marvel the complete moon and the vast sea. I feel like a man upon a secluded island left to suffer with the fasting in love. I would bleed for reasons to know wild night of passion with you. I would cut my heart out and give it to the one, I love. Will I find you tonight in sweet dreams or die in the memories of lips not touched? Embraces unknown. I saw your photo and I wondered what hid behind your beautiful face and blue eyes. Woman are fickle. Once I wanted nothing, now I wanted everything. We have kissed with words and shared dreams. We have kissed and parted often. Truth from a lie. Where is the boundaries. I do watch my step. I wish for good espresso coffee and sharing of long conversation. I want to know what make you content. I feel twisted-up in two worlds wishing to hear you whispers. You are mine and I'm your. I'm not demanding anymore. Years ago I was the king of the world. Today I know I'm just one more pauper living to find reasons to go forward. I live in a self-made prison. I have accepted my final destination. I do dream of Katie. Dancing, drinking and to listen to her words and dreams. Sweet Katie like to test my mind. I believe all writers are insane and like to walk a dangerous line of no return. Fasting in love. The Gods do not understand. Sweet Katie. Please fly away to find some sort of peace. I hope you know true joy and happiness. I wonder will I find you tonight. Hope for a sweet word of hope. Love comes to the deserving people. You deserve love and happiness. Coyote/John Castellenas © 2014 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on July 9, 2014Last Updated on July 9, 2014 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more.. |

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