You can’t return from where you left.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old poem from 1993 with a re-write
(A Poet, is one, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz Rozewics)
I’m watching the waves dance on the Monterey Bay in my favorite Irish Pub. The drink is good and the company demand little and asked no questions. I’m 3000 mile away my Winter woman and the distance isn’t enough to erase her memory. Even the powerful Pacific ocean can’t make me forget her beautiful face and her long legs. The tragedy of touching bare skin and tender fingertips against us. We demand and need more. When we bathe in the sweetness of kisses and promises made. When we whispered hidden secrets never to be born again. Drink and song will not allow us to forget. I’m California dreaming…
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