The embrace.
(Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr) The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We… Continue reading
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Please swirl me, one more time.
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
Sometimes in snow in April and remembering Prince.
Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless.Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored.The fire in her voice, made him follow her… Continue reading
Love conquered all.
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all.. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe slow dances,… Continue reading
A Michigan sky.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
The stormy sea.
Stormy sea. The beauty of the Monterey bay,left us feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight.The 20 or so people enjoyed hearing the words of the… Continue reading
Gypsy soul.
Gypsy soul. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
Have mercy.
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we do have. We have become strangers to our self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced,… Continue reading
Dreams, yesterday and love.
Four little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. 1- DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not… I dreamed of you, I dreams of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and I… Continue reading