You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday… You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into… Continue reading
You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday… You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into… Continue reading
Hold on tightly sweetie… You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December 1988. The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading