Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my storm...

September poem number two.

                    

                                             Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm.

The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly that could not be owned.

I wrote to notebook. "Maria, Maria, my dearest Maria. Let's play hide and see, lets play a wicked game where we can win. When you move to and fro with the song, you steal my mind and you make my sleepy world come alive. You have cursed me with the desire to kiss your lips, hold you so close, look into those eyes of magic when the songs are good. I would tell you, I love you. But I know. Love is a melancholy song to you. You want dangerous sea, wild nights and the poet's song. You would tell me. I told you my love, love is too heavy, joy and happiness is light. Please Johnnie, make me smile and dance with me near the Pacific. I want long night, the Monterey bay and to hold you close. I told her. Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. Please dance with me, please make me feel. I am alive."

I feel arms wrapping around me. I hear a whisper. Brave poet, are you afraid to dance with me? The song is sweet and I need to feel your body against me. Let's fall into the music and let's us find places where we are free to dream, to feel passion and I promise to make you know. Life is song, skin against skin and dancing crazy. Inside you, inside me, we must find the secret places where the wild heart can breathe. Where we can show true face and speak true words. Please make me feel that I am the only one you want and need.

I turn and I faced her. My hands free-falling through her flowing hair and I fell into her majesty eyes. I told her. I had a dream dear Maria. A lovely dream. I was in your eyes and you wanted me. You have besiege my heart and I need you too. Please lovely Maria. Dance with me, hold me close and make this night never ending. You are my first wish and my last wish my wild Maria, my dancing Maria. You are my storm, I need.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Caroline B A Maguire]

Wow..this is stunning! I feel Maria did not stay after a while ? Love like that is only for a moment..yet remains with us forever..maybe you married her? Would it be wrong of me to say I hope you didn't..that it never grew old and calm but stayed wild and free In your soul.? Ah I'm. An old romantic too I feel coyote lol..I love reading your September collage..I will return soon..thank you .Caroline 😊

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Caroline. Woman, like Maria. They promise little and the will escape. A wise man knows this at the beginning.

[Caroline B A Maguire]

Ah but wisdom flies out the window when faced with the lure of girls like Maria..even Solomon with all his wisdom found he could not resist the charms of beautiful women..

[Fran Marie]

Maria sounds wild ..warm and wonderful
and totally alive with charm and dance
the stuff dreams are made of..

Lovely poem

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. We need people near who are filled with hope and energy.

[Fran Marie]

yes; so true
you re welcome dear John

[Chris Shaw]

Romantic and passion filled. Who could not like that? Wonderfully written and vivid in colour. Thank you dear Coyote for sharing. All good wishes to my friend and his grandchikdren.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Chris and thank you for reading and the comment. I am well and the grandchildren growing fast as weeds in the garden.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so romantic, a dream that feels so real.

reminded me of this song, maybe it is the same Maria?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdBvTvxHy7E

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I thought you would like the song...fits your poem pretty well.