Never, never land...

We need to find places to dream, to laugh, to smile. To know peace...

                    Never, never land...

(Let's escape to Big Sur. Let's dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let's dance with the ghost of today. Let's find a never, never land where our mind and heart can know the wonder of a perfect day, the sun on our face. Let's become like children in heart and learn to smile again.)

The first kiss, the last kiss.

What kiss shall we remember?

I believe, every kiss I told her.

She asked for a kiss? And I told her.

I never refuse a kiss.

Each kiss make me want a thousand more.

She had the tattoo of a raven on her back,

she had the tattoos of butterflies on her pretty feet.

A hidden heart on her inner thigh and

a smile that could tempt my heart and my mind.

He told her, even a mournful woman can be a muse.

Sometimes easier to awake the dead, then the living.

A mournful woman had nothing to hide.

I washed her hair, I washed her back.

I washed her feet and her legs.

I kissed the flying raven on her back.

I told her. What mystery is hidden in your eyes.

She submitted to me willingly,

here eyes were dangerous and wild. I asked her. Are we dancing on quicksand?

She smiled and she whispered.

The gift of the flesh demands payment.

Sometimes dear Johnnie, we must share a wink.

And free-fall into the need of the body.

Maybe the heart can follow?

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Too often, the heart is snared first. But this takes me to a place in Spring River near the Missouri-Oklahoma border. There is a campground there. One night, I woke up to a young woman, a girl really, outside my tent begging for coffee. And for one desperate night, kindred spirits found each other.
A beautiful story, John. A wonderful experience.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you M. J. Smith. I appreciate the comment.

[lessa (kenzie)]

here eyes were dangerous and wild. I asked her. Are we dancing on quicksand?
She smiled and she whispered.
The gift of the flesh demands payment.

WOW! this is quite intriguing really, I enjoyed your write and this part of it

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kenzie. We will show real face rarely in a life. Maybe we lost our true face?

[lessa (kenzie)]

maybe....
I don't know what is true anymore or how I really feel about things.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Kenzie. I need a year in Big Sur. To regather my mind. Maybe we can find our happy place one day dear poet.

[JE Falcon]

"She smiled and she whispered.
The gift of the flesh demands payment."
What a great line in this poem of past remembrances. Well done with the images.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Kim S.]

Each kiss make me want a thousand more.
She had the tattoo of a raven on her back,
she had the tattoos of butterflies on her pretty feet.
A hidden heart on her inner thigh

Love the imagery here, This is a wonderful write here

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Beckie. I appreciate the comment.