Well-oiled machine. A very old poem.
Well-oiled machine. I love you like a stranger,my lips touching your lips,my body feeling the heat of your flesh. As I hold you close,I don’t feel the hunger to enter you.I feel the… Continue reading
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Love did whisper to be on a summer day. And a wonderful Rachel Hardy song.
Love did whisper to me on a summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading
Our legacy.
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading
A Spring Day.
A Spring day. (Three warm days in Michigan. I need the Spring days to come quickly.) The maiden of Spring had blessed us. The warm day of Spring is here and the sun… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigami prayer.
You are my Lake Gichigami prayer. Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
The dance.
The dance. 1- 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 begins to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me drinking… Continue reading
Sometimes it snows in April. Remember the legend, 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… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading
Naked ladies and the roses. And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.
Naked ladies and the roses. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur Sea. The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.… Continue reading