Perfect Bliss
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Missbookthief.com On a windy night In the middle of summer The light showers Soaked me skin down ♥ Walking down the street With… Continue reading
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Feathers [autistic poetry]
Originally posted on the silent wave:
I wrote this 19 years ago today, during a reflection upon a summer crush I had that year. It turns out that the feelings were not mutual,…
“Last wish, first wish”
Last wish, first wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart. Last wish, first wish Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories. Leave me… Continue reading
“A little death”
A little death A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A little death Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear… Continue reading
The fallen angels
Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading
Leather and lace’
Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and… Continue reading
“She had Angels wings upon her back”
—————————————————- She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from… Continue reading
Barricade of night
Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
Within the barricade of night I slip into your bones And under your skin Embracing your soul With my tender touch. Your dreams Mine to dance through My…
I don’t remember
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how… Continue reading
My Winter love
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie. Only wine become better… Continue reading