Writers must bleed to paper. Four lines poetry.

Four lines poems.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Taking chances, writing in different directions.

We were naked,

we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams.

We talked and we used false words.

Did we show real face, did we do, just enough?

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We knew thirst,we pledged broken promises and I saw broken skin.

I kissed sacred scars and I made you smile.

Was dead midnight and we did the liar’s prayer.

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Kelli, skin so smoothe, so sweet.

You wanted the moon and I wanted your kiss.

You were wild fire and I was quiet lake.

In dreams, our loved lived and I remember the most beautiful girl, I ever knew.

Dancing Coyote