You are my Spring time. A poem for spring.
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas,moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze.She held the attention of the men holding tightly to good whiskey… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others Delicate wings… Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading
The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone… I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
I believed in forever once A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a woman loved you. You are blessed. I believe in forever once… I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know,… Continue reading
When love is near… You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need the mercy of kndness…. He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
Black as the night… I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading