Love me wrong, love me right

Just words.

                            Love me wrong, love me right

We met in New York city on Wednesday. Once friends, now strangers. She loved the Chelsea hotel and we would find a tavern near. Talk of Leonard Cohen and Joplin. She loved the old songs and she loved to dance in the street when the wine kicked in. I was hiding like Salinger tried and she was giving in, to a greedy world.

I told her. She was more pretty than 10 years ago, when we met at Fort lee. She smiled and she told me. You whisper pretty words to me, make me wish to be foolish and to believe. In the old days, you promised me everything and today I want no empty promises. Please promise me nothing, promise me everything.

I want you to make my brown eyes to come alive again, come alive with hope. Make my skin burn with desire once more. Love me wrong, love me right. Can you?  Dear Poet, life is short and can be sweet. Can be bitter? I need some laughter and some hope. You are my last chance to feel free and wild. I'm dying my dear friend.

I took her to the sea. We danced with the moving Atlantic and the kind sun warm our bodies and our hearts.  I told her. Love, the kindest and sweetest gift, rarely attempted. let's trick the Gods of life. Make them believe we have found love and joy. You and I were lost. I was seeking solitude and you were seeking profit. 

Tonight, you and I, will seek and find the old ways and the old dreams. Maybe we can find our smile, our laughter and the ability to see what we truly are.

Two people sat by the Atlantic. No words, just hand connected and hearts rebuilding.

                   Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

New York City and talk of Leonard Cohen and Janis Joplin....you grabbed my attention immediately! I grew up right near Fort Lee so that hit a cord with me too. Such romance in every line. What woman does not want to hear she looks even better than she did ten years ago? Always a pleasure to read your flowing words....just lovely. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. I appreciate the comment.

[Daisy Rowley]

yes, no words, just hand connected and hearts rebuilding.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Daisy. I appreciate the comment.

[Neville]

I have said it before, but feel compelled to say it again... these are not just any old words, these are magic words... they spun me from the iconic Chelsea Hotel which just happens to be on my bucket list (thanks Mr. L.N. Cohen et al)... and to the Atlantic where I thought I saw two lovers linger and without guilt, oblivious to my watching..... see, magic words and I thank you for them Johnnie..... N

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. I appreciate the comment. New York city. Many ghosts and memories left in the old city.

[Neville]

Of that I have no doubt, but I need to tick it off my to do list, if its the last thing I do... Cheers brother.. N

[Akshat♥]

Real deep and feeling. I felt connection,love and care. Beautifully written:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Akshat. I appreciate the comment.

[Ms Paragon]

Beautiful narrative! I like the way your words flow and the images you create! Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ms Paragon. I appreciate the comment.

[Ms Paragon]

My pleasure!

[sette]

until this stage in my life i don't believe that there is right or wrong in loving someone

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Jon Roggie]

You always seem to wind up along a shore.
Love the story from beside the Atlantic.

Jon

[Coyote Poetry]

Always the sea or a lake. Thank you Jon for reading and the comment.

[Flowers of Eternity]

I like the way you use your words. It brings my imagination to life

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Weeping willow]

Beautifully expressed words, love it and align with them ;-]

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Dave]

You touch me on so many plains. The first time I was in NYC was with a girl for whom I was her first boyfriend. We too ended the week on the beach down the Jersey shore. A bit of heaven and just a little hell. You stoke memories. The best thing about memories we can pick and choose the ones we wish to remember.
Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading. Old memories become gold in old age.

[Micheal Abraham]

Just words you say? However arranged beautifully the re connecting of hearts portayed in a suited setting great job

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Peter. I appreciate the kind words.