Sway….
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the… Continue reading
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the… 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
Upstream…. You were never easy. You were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made. You were my sun and I was the moon, so much to… 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
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 lucky one A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe gift of love. No more honored gift. The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me… Continue reading
The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn…. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Bang, bang…. I met her at the Stray Cat lounge. She sat alone and her eyes were deadly and hazel green. The bartender told me. Johnnie, she is a wild cat. Can’t tame… Continue reading