–You are in Paris and I’m here
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed you… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed you… Continue reading
mahafsoun Model is me. 🙂 See the rest of my photos here: www.facebook.com/MahafsounArt coyotepoet My darkness, my light Dance my sweet and wild spirit. Move with the Summer breezes. Make the sun worship… Continue reading
mahafsoun mahafsoun Model is me. 🙂 See the rest of my photos here: http://www.facebook.com/MahafsounArt coyotepoet True splendor My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled dream. You are my forbidden wish. My… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggedmahafsoun mahafsoun See the rest of my photos here: http://www.facebook.com/MahafsounArt coyotepoet Cigarettes, whiskey and you I told you. Flawed and imperfect love. Destine places for the forgotten. We, who wandered on lonely… Continue reading
Segovia First, I fell to those eyes. Eyes of pure darkness and unknown journey. Second I fell to your words. Tempting and alive. Made me wish to hear you speak. Third I… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the… Continue reading
coyotepoet Breathless You are waiting for me. Waiting feet dancing in the wind. I watched you from a distance. I thanked the Gods of life and death. For a beauty that leave… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost… Continue reading