The next step is love

Thank you Elvis for the song.

                            The next step is love

Was the first warm days of Spring,

we had some sweet red wine and our cigarettes.

You befriended me in the late days of Winter,

you  made me laugh and we become kindred spirits.

I remember you,

you found me swimming in the inferno place of sadness and

you made me dance and sing till the tavern closed-down.

You held me like a child and kissed me the through-out the night,

till I fell asleep. Dear Brigitte, my sweetness, my savior,

you demanded only, I stayed with you.

The Germany spring was here and I watched you run into the wildflowers on the hill near the city.

I remember you enchanted me and I told the sun.

Thank you for the warm days of Spring,

thank you for my dear Brigitte and thank you for showing me.

Sometime we must be broken to know when love is true.

Beautiful Brigitte came to me and she whispered. I love you Johnnie, even if you can't love me.

I embraced her tightly and I whispered to her. You are my rising sun, you are my blue moon nights,

you are my sugar and spice. You taught me, sometimes, love is trickery and a game of cheater's cards. Your mercy given, had taught me. Love is sweet, love is kind and I do love you my Brigitte. 

The warm sun blessed two lovers, two friends. Maybe foolish, maybe outcasts or maybe blessed with the euphoria of love blessings.

                                   Dancing Coyote

                       

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

Coyote man ... your poem (and you) inspire me ... this one has so much appreciation for a girl who was .. one that really did love you (me) and we walked away .. too young, too ignorant of life eh!? there is a girl in my youth that was just like that .. and through the years i think of and pray for her often .. wishing i could find her just to say how sorry i am for not showing respect and reverence for the love she offered me .... in reading this you have shown me how i can get it out and tho she will most likely never read it ... at least i will say it ... your poetry always touches such an honest earthy place in me .. i can so easily see the scene you set ... and i feel both sides of your characters ... your are truly one of a kind Coyote Man ... and i am so glad we have met and get to know each other ...here at the Grand Cafe' :)))))))))))))))))))))))) peace brother!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Einstein. We need each other. Us, who love to write. Must read to write. I love the song too.

[Einstein Noodle]

true dat brother ;) we sure do .. and the reading is all important .. i agree ... funny .. i was blessed by Elvis without listening (my lady is asleep nearby and she is very sensitive to sound... sometimes my typing wakes her up ;) but...just can't go wrong with Elvis! :))))))))))))))

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Thank you for sharing wonderful
memories and such beautiful thoughts
My friend.




Was the first warm days of Spring,
we had some sweet red wine and our cigarettes.
You befriended me in the late days of Winter,
you made me laugh and we become kindred spirits.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Benita. Memories, become gold in our old age.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome my friend 😊

[Ranger Kessel]

Another lovely piece you have fired off here. I enjoyed and hate to say related to this piece, but I did. Keep on inspiring man.

[Coyote Poetry]

All of us do. We find the right one, after learning love can be bittersweet sometime. Thank you my fiend for reading and the comment.

[kitty]

Words that mean so much! Turning back the hands of time can be pleasurable to those who have been there and felt true romance. Thanks for reviving my own memories!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Kitty and thank you for reading my work.

[kitty]

You are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

Thoughts of love returning from any years ago. It is good to remember those who have loved and been kind to us. Brigitte one of those who deserves to be remembered. Your words full of sweet romance and thanks Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. Was 40 years ago. Funny how things sneak into our minds. Memories.

[Chris Shaw]

As we get older I feel sure those memories come back. Maybe so we can appreciate them more. I liked your posted photo. Nice to reflect on those too.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris. Old photos. Become very valuable.