Adrift

Beautiful Jenny was like the sea.

Her love was the vodka and the juice.

Suiciding  boarding the sea was her last passion.

She told me often.

White lies, demanding and dark lies.

Just words for the beggars of the skin.

Real love is free and wild mind,

open road and wild sea.

Love will kill us slowly but,

when we show real face.

Share kiss and embrace without ownership.

Mistress love can be found.

Love is food for the heart.

Song for the feet and

wishes for the foolish souls.

                         John Coyote/Coyote