Would you lay with me

( April is poetry month. This is new poetry number twenty-four.)

Would you lay with me?

1- I kissed your scars on your arms and

I hold you close and I told you.

The scars are the stories, we cannot forget.

The scars become us.

2- My killer, my lover.

We play twisted games and we wanted more.

On a blue moon night, you asked me.

Would you lay with me till the world is done?

I told you. I will live and die in your arms my dear lover.

3- I wrote on her bare skin,

sin isn’t sin no-more after after the sins are done.

Sin is myth and tale create by people afraid of the night,

afraid of passion and afraid to swim in the deep sea.

Better to taste the sweetness of life, be fearless.

Coyote

Author's Note

Please listen to the amazing singer. She will steal your heart.

Reviews

[Soren]

Another wonderful piece Coyote. "The scars are the stories, we cannot forget. The scars become us." So true it is. Loved this poem. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren for reading and the comment. Our scars become honored memories. We need to keep.