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
We had the month of May, once…. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
The sweetest gal… I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud.“Drink to you, drink to me and drink… Continue reading
O so sweet, O so soft. My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you, love… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found… I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote PoetryMore Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound.… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment….. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading
Coffee, you and me…. “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.” … Continue reading
The wildflowers…. Wild flowers and sweet dreams.Dancing nude and free.You were my perfect woman.I was your Bob Dylan.Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world. We would travel to photo the wildflowers… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading