Anywhere
Anywhere Pretty lady dancing in the streets of San Francisco, blessing my world with her laughter and her beauty. I joined her in the dance and I whispered to her. You are… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2019
You are my Spring
You are my Spring You told me. I love you and I told you. I love you more. I told you. You are my Spring, my rebirth of hope. With you near,… Continue reading
In the field of perfection
In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want to… Continue reading
My ambrosia
My ambrosia Wonderful lady, kind friend. Once we free-climbed the California fault line, once we climbed to unknown places. We found hidden waterfall and places to know perfect beauty. You were my… Continue reading
Winter in the Wind
Originally posted on Windmills of My Mind:
Relax, gather, away from your every thought. Leave the world that surrounds you. ?Find the oak tree and build a fire. If a winter night a…
‘Song of the dead and the song of the living’
(Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places) Song of the dead and the song of the living. … Continue reading
Your smile
When an woman smiled My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
You are what I need
You are what I need. —————————————————————————————————- The red dress Silky red dress held your skin close and I whispered to your wanting ear. I am jealous of the silk against your… Continue reading
”Old fashion morphine”
Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of peaches and tempting softness made me order… Continue reading
‘The lovely silence’
The lovely silence The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading