Too poor to love you, lady midnight…
Too poor to love you, lady midnight…. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and I… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, lady midnight…. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and I… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” “Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh that… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did… He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice… Continue reading
The midnight payment … 1- We kissed and we never told. We were midnight dancers, wanting everything and more. Did we find some kind of peace in the serene night? Or did we… Continue reading