I don’t remember how you looked….

johncoyote

Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.

(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Written in 1984)

I don’t remember how you looked…..

I don’t remember how you looked.

Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?

Your hairgolden blondor maybe strawberry red?

I try to describe you and each time I remember less.

Sometime I dream of grasping your hair,

our bodies fighting for the sake of pure pleasure.

You calling out my name, words of love.

You spoke only in the turmoil of sex.

I yearn to see you still.

Your sweet hello’s were sweet and long.

Our goodbyes were long and written deep into the walls of my heart.

I remember your long legs.

You dressed like a woman.

But had thehungerof a child,

seeking the education of the tongue, the touch and the long ride.

I don’t know if you remember me.

I still seek you.

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