The wild roses
Wild roses I knew her, her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long legged woman who had wild blue… Continue reading
Wild roses I knew her, her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long legged woman who had wild blue… Continue reading
My Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work… Continue reading
Petite mort A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked… Continue reading
Old dogs, children and watermelon wine Sitting alone by the California fault line in 1998. Almost forty and I felt old as the mountains I could see. My tire mind wondered what… Continue reading
The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and to know. You showed me the… Continue reading
Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… 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… Continue reading
Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading
Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last… Continue reading