You forgave me…
You forgave me…. I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and… Continue reading
Write on me….
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more… A Ozzie song with beautiful Lita Ford.
Let’s drink and pray for more…. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Poetry, drink and memories
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Toxic….
Toxic…. Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
The parable of the flower and the lovelorn man..
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Oh, my lover…
Oh, my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading
Sulla medesima stella (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Nigel Van Wiech, 1947 A C.S. Quando da un indistinto spazio dell’universoil dolore spalanca le sue ali e si gettasolitario come un’aquila sul mio cuore,lo rapisce oltre le stelle.…
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched…
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Somethings are so beautiful. You are afraid to touch (Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo) Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched…. You have taunted… Continue reading
A poem and amazing poet Segovia poetry.
My poetry and a amazing Poet Segovia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Us, who love to write. We need muses. Segovia. A muse for me Segovia… First, I fell to those eyes. Eyes… Continue reading