You are my masterpiece….
You are my masterpiece… I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
You are my masterpiece… I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading
We loan, we borrow and we stole… The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole. The… Continue reading
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote PoetryFirst love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places….. Many types… Continue reading
The blue eyed girl A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free and mad.… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Bitter branches…. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland…. She was as pretty as a picture.Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern… Continue reading
The raging water…. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading