Spare me your stories and sleazy words...

Old poem with a re-write.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
                               (2 March 1986)

I awoke alone. I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms. In my sensuous and tranquil dreams. I held  her nubile body and savored her sweet kisses.

I left you a early spring morning. My icy words without remorse. Left you with tears on your beautiful face.

You sit-up in your bed. Realizing you were alone. Tears falls for not understanding why someone who loved you. Would tease with words of love and promise so much. Then perish into the morning light.

Sometimes the villain learn too late. He sacrificed paradise and lapsed into an oasis of s**t for not being kind.

Fool’s ask for pardon. Woman who swim in loneliness and self-pity. She whispered. What do you desire now? You taught me hate and you taught me loneliness. Now I want mercy from you. Leave me. Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

I went to her and I touched her face. I whispered I’m sorry. Tears fell from her sad eyes and I left her be.

Into the night. A man with the hunger to touch everything. He yearned for serene and splendor nights.

He has loved a angel once. His hunger for new flesh left him empty now and he is shrouded in sadness for braking a kind woman’s heart.


                         Coyote 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Even if the villain learns too late, it is important he/she learns. It's sad to know you hurt someone once, but the fact you realize what you did wrong is what you need to remember. Again, well written, John. You are giving us a peek into your life. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Lydia. When we are young. We think we are invincible. Then we learn, we are not. Thank you for reading and the comment my dear friend.

[M. J. Smith]

Have been the woman's shoes. Love and hate still mingle in memories. You learned. But did she? Haven't got the heart to ask. Raw power and emotion here. Well expressed. The Drifter tips his hat.

[Coyote Poetry]

I received the due karma. 10 years of bad luck in love. I tell people. Karma paid in three-folds. Thank you M.J. Smith.

[Fictional Fabricator]

It hurts when you trust someone with your heart and they handle it so carelessly. It takes a lot of strength to forgive and move on knowing if you gave them a 2nd chance they'd do it again.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Rare second chances can survive. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Unspoken poet]

I guess it is better to feel loneliness than nothing at all...
well written write....

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Loneliness, a heavy weight to carry.

[Cherrie]

This is a very good piece of writing.
; showing off kindling lust that sweeps body and soul. Only to demand another.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Cherrie. When we are young. We will make many mistakes. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have done this...and it is one of many regrets.
The accomplishment of grasping a heart, and then the recklessness of letting it go...
Just to go after another.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. We must learn the hard way.