Almost love in California…

johncoyote

 Almost love in California——–

I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you to California in the Winter of 1992 and we drank Irish coffee on the Monterey pier. I knew as we held hands and talks. I saw our two world being separated and my sweetest miracle, running to new dreams. And I was alone.——We kissed often at the San Francisco airport and I saw in your eyes, great sadness. You told me I loved California and thank you for bringing me to you. I watched you walk away with soft tears in your eyes and I knew. I would never see you again. I learn this day. The goodbyes not said shall break…

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Stripped to the bone…

johncoyote

Stripped to the bone….

I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want a love that bleed and I can feel the chaos and the pleasure.

She smiled and I told her, I adored her dark tight dress, I loved her pale skin and I wanted her to dance the Devil dance by the midnight moon, stripping to to skin and bone, nothing hidden from hungry hands, my demanding eyes. She opened her legs, moving her hands between her legs and she whispered. Damn soldiers believe they are the kings of their world, the master of all things. What do you believe brave soldier?

I told her, everything cost something. When a woman allowed you into her warmth of her flesh and showed you, her hidden places, her wild needs and…

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Swirl me one more time…

johncoyote

Swirl me in your mind…

I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in the midnight hours. You loved the two hour massage and the songs of Leonard Cohen. You were my Winter California storm and  I was the quiet lake.

I kissed your knees and I told you.. We are just furious souls seeking something beautiful in our messy world. You loved San Francisco. We would drive highway one from Monterey to the city that never fall asleep. We stopped at every ocean exit and we danced.

You would ask me. Please Johnnie, Johnnie. Swirl me one more time. Don’t stop spinning me. Someday we will need these days. In San Francisco, after the taverns closed. We danced at the pier for the Pacific, danced for the stars and the moon…

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I saw the sun in your eyes…

johncoyote

 I saw the sun in your eyes…

You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you.

You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save me? You were swimming in confusion and you taught me to laugh and to sing again.

I told her, I love your face, I love when your hair is wild and free, I love  when your  hair is tightly in a bun. 
I love when you sing lullabies to me in the midnight hours and I love how your mouth moved when you talk.

She laughed at my words and she smiled. She told him, you are the sweetest man, you love my imperfections. You make me feel worthwhile and care for I see the sun in your eyes and you make everyday a wonder and a blessing. I love your great stories and I love when you whisper…

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sweating snow ~

tornadoday

I’m not so good
at dancing –
no good at standing still
I can call each star
by name –
but never will
there’s a code
that I was given –
a promise I must keep
no matter how
or long
the winter sleeps
I’ll wrap myself
in summer
and tiptoe past the night –
sweating snow
and longing for a fight
I’m no good at love
forsaken –
silence wears
my waiting thin
I’m no good at letting go
if there’s a chance
we start again

I’m not so good at dancing

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Irony

Confab With Me

Why I have to scurry away for you to appreciate the presence of my absence?

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting

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Gestalt

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When you and me bond we are gestalt, for we are more than the sum

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting

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Let it Flow

Confab With Me

Let your thoughts express 
like the golden smear 
on pewter skies 

let your views spill
across the canvas of abstractness, 

and those poetic expression 
and raging emotions
let it flow from your heart to mine 

and when the words
will echo on some faraway hill 
let it dwell
in the depth of nature’s eyes

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Advance Praise for my poetry chapbook “My Body Is Not an Apology” by Kalpna Singh Chitnis

Megha's World

In the series of promoting my#chapbook“My Body Is Not an Apology” byFinishing Line Press, today I’m proud to share this blurb by brilliant poet , Writer and Filmmaker, Kalpna Singh Chitnis

My Body is Not An Apologyis a testimony of female rebellion and a journey of self-discovery in a most wanted and unwanted way. The poems roar to voice the pain of silent torture, cruelty, and agony of a woman’s heart to reclaim her dignity not only as a female but also as an individual. This book is a fierce approach to life in poetry, and the poet dissects the ironies of women’s existence with razor-sharp language, intellect, and courage like Simone de Beauvoir. In the poet’s own words, it is a triumphant proclamation and an unfettered declaration.

–Kalpna Singh-Chitnis(Poet, Writer, and Filmmaker)

My Chapbook is currently open for pre-orders at the Finishing Line…

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“Forgetting” – Nayana Nair

it rains in my heart

.

Is forgetting something like

descending down the the narrow white steps
and finding myself knee deep
in the coolest spring on the hottest day of year.
An year that I feel I am yet to live,
a temperature that feels a bit too familiar.

Is forgetting something like

looking back at the steps and trying to recall
where I am from, trying to recreate the horrors or happiness
that I am running from,
Wondering if I was actually running.
A part of me begging me to go back,
a part that keeps saying that where I came from
was the only place I ever wanted to belong to.

Is forgetting something like

being brought back to the year,
that I am trying to avoid looking at,
by the receding cold water,
to see my feet run
after the blue shadow, the floating leaves,
the place no summer can reach.

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