A Poem by Coyote Poetry

“Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher”

My secret love.

You released your words, exposing secret places and thoughts. Your elegant words and your beautiful face haunting my thoughts.

I imagine you close to me. Your soft and gentle face near. Your eyes allowing me to adrift forever in them.

I refrain from passing the point of no return. I’m compelled to read my words to you and look at your beautiful face, intangible gestures from a lonely and desperate man.

I bathe in the quiet and I’m doomed to write love letters that are nameless. I crumble to safe places where no payment is due.

I dreamed of night beauty turning to day splendor, having you near and us fleeing away from naysayers.  You told me. Lay bare our secrets and open up endless fables and songs. Make the Gods jealous knowing we did not fear the kiss and the embrace.

I told her. No truce in love. It is sad we can’t love many. We leave our hearts to disregard the possibility of affection. I wish to know blind fury and to write you a thousand poems of love for you.

I read elegant and passionate words to you, and I dreamed of the beauty of a love for the ages. Words become damned when two people cannot bring into the sunlight the glory of love and allow the climax of love to become glorious emotion that can stand the test of time and distance.

Sweet dreams become longing. Longing become great need. Never forgotten.

Coyote/John Castellenas