On the thread of a word
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Talk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be broken like a butterfly wings.)
On the thread of a word….
(Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)
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.
Lite many soft candles and
you 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 and
we listen to the rain in a needed silence.
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