A woman palms
A woman palms
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age.
The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had done well.
A million angels wander a woman’s palms” Tadeusz Rozewicz
I want you
I want you to make me forget yesterday regret.
I want us to find new places where we can flee to new heights in love.
I want us to fall into a whirlwind of a deep love where we cannot re-surface in the same place.
-Coyote-
Lay bare the secrets
We are bathing in the quiet of the midnight hour.
You are whispering sweet words of love.
Eloquence and sweet words appeasing my senses making me tell you.
Love me little, love me long. You have became my only sweet dream my dear lover.
-Coyote-
Dear Katie
Midnight wishes were you.
You were my sun and my will for a second.
Old Poet had died and lived in love.
He knew. Dear Katie was a muse to tempt his aging heart.
-Coyote-
A Woman’s Palms…written so elegantly, Coyote. Such truth in that last line, but I also find hope. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading. My attempt at short poetry.
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such beautiful and grateful!
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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A beautiful poem, a love poem and just in love I have fallen with the lines.
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment.
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