Note on the Dirty Napkin

Just a tired old man, of thirty two.

Warm whiskey in every sip, hugging something

that's long gone.

The note on the dirty napkin she left said

"Why'd you even come back?

You knew I loved him the day we met."

The wind howls all her lies, time and again.

He takes another drink,

Continuing his dance at the edge of the flames.

Knowing he's done been burned.

It's that damn cold that gets him, moving slower, hurting longer.

His mind manufactures warmer weather down in Mexico.

That snow outside his door don't melt with a heart as cold as hers.

All those lies and a gutted life.

And another drink, and another, and another.

His fooled heart just can't thaw this one out.

He stumbles through the snow.

Filled with thoughts of a woman who loved the words letting go.

His mind captures her eyes as he sleeps in the unforgiving cold.

Wishing he could dream, but all he sees is that marooned smile.

copyright 2015 salvador cordova

Whiskey Mornings

Whiskey Mornings

Sunlight crashes in,

My eyes snap open.

Guess they were hopin’

You’d be here with me.

Just another whiskey mornin’,

Just another daybreak without your touch.

Just another day without your love.

All I got is this whiskey bottle to hold.

The years have gone by

And my heart can’t say goodbye.

My hands still long to hold you.

Can’t get used to –

These whiskey mornings without you.

I wish I could undo all the wrong.

To have you here with me,

But like a dog without a bone

Alone is how I’ll be.

Wishing

Do you wish it was me?
When you wake in your bed.
When he kisses your neck.
When he turns out the lights.
I wish I could, I wish I could.
Come on down, take me out.
We're owed a good night.
Like a good dog, put me down, put me down.
Just take off your clothes
and get in my bed.
I wish you would, would you?
There's sweat on my fingers
Love in my hands.
Let me turn out the lights,
Let me love you tonight.
Do you wish it was me?

Your Old Love

Someday you’ll find me.

Under all your anger

And all your hate.

Covered by a warm

Blanket of your wretched love.

You’ll remember the calm

Before your storm

And wonder what it

Was all for.

Your eyes will rain

Down tears.

Too late, too late.

Your spring showers

Can’t deliver a sunny day.

No thing can stop your downpour.

No thing will help you forget.

The rolling thunder of memories.

Every night I held you tight.

Every time I let you win the fight.

All those things you exchanged

For your freedom, for him.

copyright june 2006 salvador cordova

All Your Body Would Sell

These tired eyes weaken,
waiting for the blood letting to begin.
I feel all that I was, seeping,
Waiting for the end.
I remember your lips,
but not their taste.
When love rips,
all is laid to waste.
So goodnight, farewell.
Serenade me with one more lie.
I paid for all your body would sell.
I paid for a dream so high

copyright 2007 salvador cordova

Flesh of a New Day

  

A drink in her hand,

The smoke hanging thick,

The music hot as sand.

I could feel her body stray,

Searching for the flesh of a new day.

The lessons of a new romance.

She holds my hand as we step to dance.

Clinging to these old bones

That no longer induce her moans.

She smiles as my heart breaks.

Leaving everything she took

As she walks away

copyright 2009 salvador cordova

Love No One

She held him cold natured,
Hinting painfully of rapture.
But she held it all inside
For the vagabonds and idlers to divide.
She loved him so,

But with he biggest wave
She would let him go.
Love no one, save
the one who took your soul.
Love no one, save the one
who took it all.
Love no one, love no one, love no one.

Copyright 2006 Salvador Cordova

Something to Hold on to

Love is a word so over used. Love her, love him, love that. And we all think we know what love is. These feelings that run through us, the butterflies, the highs a face or a touch or a kiss can give us. I thought I knew what love was. Then I met you. All I thought I knew about that word went out the window. Yea you gave me all those feelings, but they weren't fleeting. They stayed. And you weren't even trying. They became a part of me. The word love wouldn't suffice anymore. You taught me to change that word into life and eternity and forever and my heart is full. You showed me unselfishness. To give everything to another. To have a feeling so deeply that nothing not even time and distance could erase it. Making love became a part of the deal. The word sacrifice disappeared because these feelings for you overpowered any hint of loss. To place that beautiful smile on your face, no thing was too much, too far, too difficult. You are a

part of me somehow,  like my eyes or my lungs or my soul. I couldn't imagine you not being in my life. Many people say I give you my heart, I give you all my love, no one will love you as much as I will. I can't do that. Those are phrases with empty meaning. A man might as well promise you the Sun, the Moon and the Stars. I give you every second you want to spend with me. I give you the highest position in my life. I give you all that you want from me. I give you everything I am and will be. And that, that is something tangible you can hold on to.

Hotel Room

She hid herself in his arms,

In the warmth and black of his chest.

And he held her like holding a dream,

Something beyond him.

Checkout time was noon,

Her husband expected her soon.

But for a moment she was his and him hers.

They knew everything ahead

would be less than what they held then.

He didn't see her cry.

She didn't see him die.

She did her make up

As he played with the key.

He dropped it as her phone rang.

I love you and I'll be there soon,

He heard her say as he left the room.

Walking out on her,

Walking out on the devil in his bed.

Copyright 2008 Salvador Cordova