The blue dress..

July new poetry number forty-two.)

The blue dress..

(You damned me dear pretty lady and the blue dress is haunting my dreams. Are you coming to me, or walking away? I watch your bare feet walking on the sand and you danced with the sea.)

We loved the midnight dark-blue, we loved the quiet of the night.

We have spoken enough words and we needed the silence. We needed real proof of love.

You release your blue dress and we find long sweet kisses and the jazzy songs.

We slow danced, content with skin against skin,

knowing love can be so sweet, so kind.

I love you honey, Sweetheart, dear and lover.

You awoke sleeping man and

I came alive and we fell into the madness of love embrace.

Tonight the sweet jazz taking to the ambrosia of two people falling into the same dreams.

Please honey, sweetheart, my baby love.

Let's make this night everlasting.

Let's lock the door and keep the world away.

You and me,

free-falling in the utopia of love wish.

Love, our bleeding and we do not need more.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

It feels so yearning, yet, almost empty. As if the speaker is maybe speaking to a fantasy? Or a dream? Wanting a woman that either doesn’t exist or he lost long ago! Whatever the case, the subsequent poem is absolutely beautiful from beginning to end. Well done, as per usual.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emunah for reading and the comment. I appreciate the kind words.

[Kim S.]

what a wonderful write here, enjoyed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Becks. I appreciate the kind words.