Say my name. Make me believe.

The music makes me write this poem. Drinking and writing again.

Say my name. Make me believe.

I am dreaming of you again dear Maria.

Prettiest eyes and longest legs in my world are stealing my dreams.

I called you at midnight and I told you.

Dearest Maria. I remember you. Do you remember us?

I am so damn lonely tonight, and I am praying for your embrace and kisses.

Dear Maria told me. Dark poet, you are missing me, and I am feeling lonely tonight.

Dear Johnnie, you are my last friend, my last dear lover.

I have told you. I am heartless and cold.

You and I, just the last people left,

seeking peace in the turmoil of the dance of the flesh.

We love pleasure, we need to feel ecstasy, and we seek the longest dance in the midnight hours.

We play the devil and the angel in the same embrace.

Johnnie whispered to the phone. I am lonely in Ann Arbor.

I will come to you, or you can come to me.

Beautiful Maria told me; I have the juice and drink in my home.

The house is clean, and I am bare-a*s and waiting for you.

I drove to her, and she answered the door in tee-sheet and with smile.

I told her, she was my last dream, she was my last wish. Dear Maria.

You have stolen my soul; you have stolen my heart.

Maria smiled and she told me. Never love a woman who is never content.

Some of us, always need more.

I told her. Love be sweet, love be damned. Sometimes we accept what we are given.

Please Maria, let's talk little and make this night last forever.

Sometime all we have is pleasure, sometimes all we have is need.

Sometimes kisses and embrace is enough.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'I told her, she was my last dream, she was my last wish. Dear Maria.
You have stolen my soul; you have stolen my heart.
Maria smiled and she told me. Never love a woman who is never content.
Some of us, always need more.
I told her. Love be sweet, love be damned. Sometimes we accept what we are given.'

Your history of loving this or that woman all over the world is known to so many as is your writing, sir. Your writing, 'said' in so many ways, is testament in the art of loving for as long as the heart and body of a man or woman needs the comforting thrill of desire and passion. Sez I!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Emmajoy. Some people are keepers and some people. Are runners.

[emmajoygreen]

How very true!

[JessyJacob]

Saying NUTS is very easy, do a trial being NUTS then you will see wildfire ......................

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant work. You bring this to life.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Thomas. I appreciate the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

A night of pure ecstasy..that's what you desire dear John,( in your piece) you seem to pick these woman who are difficult to latch on to... though I must say, I love your approach, always very sensual and a bit old-fashioned, like in the 50's; your words are always pleading, somewhat like you have had a couple of those Texas whiskeys.... the loneliness you convey between you and your hopeful lover is so true and clear....your stories (scenes) are a perfect read always....
Warmly, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Betty. I have always sought the wild ones. They loved freedom over love.

[red93]

Fabulous Coyote - filmic in its perceptions and narrative qualities. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[John the Baptist]

Ah, but that we could all be in contact with the Marias of our lives. Of course, in my case, my old woman probably wouldn't understand.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is good to be young my friend. Maria kept living hard till she could not. I hope you are doing well and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Desert Knave]

It has been two long since I've had the privilege of someone in my life who would "play the devil and the angel in the same embrace.". Nicely done. ~Jim

[Coyote Poetry]

They rarely call to us my friend. Thank you, for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Two very lonely people sharing special time together. Making the most of those restricted moments.

let’s talk little and make this night last forever

And all those years later, you remember her.

Honest and beautiful Coyote. I hope you are well dear poet and still have time for your grandchildren, even though you have returned to work. Take good care of yourself.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Chris. USA is getting harder. The nuts are in-charge. Poor 67-year Johnnie returned to work. Some people leave us with good memories. Thank you, dear friend for reading and the comment.
Coyote

[RomaJ]

Coyote, this is truly beautiful. I feel the quiet pulse between the lines..the way words are almost unnecessary because the night and bodies speak for themselves. They talk little, but the intimacy fills every space, every pause. I love how the poem lingers on the simplicity of presence, the way kisses, embraces, and shared warmth can be enough, even when love is messy, hungry, and restless. “Love be sweet, love be damned” is so romantic. it’s almost a sigh, a confession, and it makes the whole night feel eternal.
..Roma

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Roma. The woman Peggy, we tried three times. She taught me. Can't hold a wild animal in the prison of love. I appreciate the comment.

[Jansy]

Coyote, this feels like one of those nights you never quite forget --the kind that burns a little wisdom into you. That image of Maria in her tee and that line, “never love a woman who is never content,” hit hard. It’s like she already knew she was a storm, and he walked in anyway. There’s beauty in that kind of chaos though -- the honesty of two lonely people just trying to feel something real, even for a night. Sometimes that’s all we get, and that’s enough.
James☆

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jansy. Sometimes we must loan and borrow kisses.