So beautiful

johncoyote

On the thread of a word

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

                              On the thread of a word
(Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)
Bei Dao
Just like a hurricane from hell.
You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a life
where I needed your caress.You took me to a dark bedroom.
Light many soft candles.
Slowly torn down walls of disappointment.The voice of Leonard Cohen whispering  sweet words of
“Dance me to the end of love.”
In the distance.You were not my first lover.
You would not be my last.
But I held you close like you were my last breath.

The rain is pouring down softly.
We listen to the rain in a needed silence.

You rose from our warm bed.
Danced to the music and words of Cohen.
He sang “The Gypsy’s wife.”

You fell next to me.
Told me…

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