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.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Wonderful when hearts can be rebuilt- wrong is right and right may be wrong- each have their own meanings- fine lines separate the vastness of spaces- wonderful words as usual🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kelly. Rebuilding is needed often in the life.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

When we rebuild it should never break down again...🌹

[Chris Shaw]

What utterly beautiful words you have written here Coyote. A meeting to relive the old ways and old dreams. Hand connected and hearts rebuilding. Such romance. You have set a wonderful scene here. A most uplifting read.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. I appreciate the comment.

[Lavi]

"No words, just hand connected and hearts rebuilding."

Not even a poem this time and still just as beautiful and masterfully expressed. I doubt there will ever be a written form from you I'll never like. Because the way you convey these words, your self, and your feelings... your story... what is not to like? It's raw in its innermost form.

Plus, you got a writer's soul.

Take care.

- Lavi

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lavi. You are very kind and very sweet to me.

[Light and ashes]

A beautiful and powerful poem....I'm looking for those things too. Rebuilding your heart is a very hard thing to do.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you angelink. I agree. Rebuilding the heart take time.

[barleygirl]

The opening to your story is full of strong imagery I can visualize. I love the way your title & other similar phrases show how life is full of contrasts. We think we know what's to come, but we don't. You poem is literally gushing with all the basic normal longing & uncertainty of life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Margie for reading and the comment. You are right. Life can be trickery.