The hills and the Apache…
The hills and the Apache… I had a bottle of good tequila and a bag of some fresh lemons. I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and drink… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf….
The sheep and the wolf…. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. “You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.” The old… Continue reading
Your love’s like Heroin..
Your love’s like Heroin Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
Jazzy Sunday and some simple words.
She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I watched her sexy hips… Continue reading
The sweetest gal….
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
I want to know love…
I want to know love…. I do get Jealous of people who are blessed by love. Those lucky people who can fall into their lover’s eyes and they can swim in the blessings… Continue reading
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Would you lay with me…
Would you lay with me…. I wrote into a journal. “Would you fight for love. Fight so damn hard to keep love alive and well? Change life and dreams for the one, who… Continue reading
Poem #1,753 – “To your Receding Smile” – Love Poetry – 8/5/2021
Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
As the day weepsUpon two pebbles, barely asleep,Eyes have shut of a newbornWhose first word could not reachThe face of his twin,While cold blankets smother a flameBandaging the…
The rising sun, the falling moon…
The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my new book. The Island. The rising sun, the falling moon… Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with… Continue reading