I want to love you like…
I want to love you like… I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
I want to love you like… I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. Last person standing.. I had a bad dream. A realistic dream.I… Continue reading
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare… Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and make… Continue reading
The melody of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry A name can excite the mind and soul. The melody of love.. Raven hair,beautiful face,bewitching eyes,gentle muse,beautiful words,ascending thoughts,thoughts abound,sober dreams,behold love,love shared.Paris dreams,passionate… Continue reading
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. The road called me.. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child… I took my pen… Continue reading
Books in limbo.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to the library. I requested two books. Jack London “When God laugh” and Any book written by John Dryden. I was told. Neither book… Continue reading
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less.. Echos of memories and voices… Continue reading