Fool’s gold.
Fool’s gold Once we held hands and we talk of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee, and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember. I… Continue reading
Daily Archive: December 2, 2025
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Love had taught me madness.
Break me. Please break me and make me bleed. Make me know, I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of… Continue reading
My sanctuary.
Sanctuary. I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the early… Continue reading
Cigarettes and sassy.
Cigarettes and sassy. You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and I loved… Continue reading
Hemingway table.
Hemingway table. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Beautiful Delia.
Delia A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful Delia is dancing alone somewhere. (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning is “of Delos“.… Continue reading
Comes hell or high water.
Comes hell or high water. Upstream. You were never easy, you were the day, and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises we made to each other. You were my… Continue reading