The nectar of you

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Old memories and very good places.

The nectar of you

She gave me gestures of kindness. Willingly opening the door of friendship. Her long brown hair and gentle green eyes unraveled my fear of her beautiful face and long tan perfect legs. She wanted from me, long talks above poetry and wanted to travel with someone who loved to roam the old cities and the coastline. She asked me to take her to San Francisco and Big Sur. She told me. I want you to read me poetry by the sea and drink the tequila till we cannot see.

She was almost six feet in height, her legs as long as the Texas highways. She bewitched my thoughts and dreams. I took her to San Francisco first. We wandered the old city all day and into the night. We searched for…