Gypsy lovers and Irish morning coffee.
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading
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Resemble love.
(Nothing as sexy, as a woman can play a game of chess.) Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed you.
I followed you and you followed me. I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading
You are my freedom.
You are my freedom The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good booze and we knew. Freedom… Continue reading
Catch the wind.
Catch the wind.. Please kind lady, please lay with me.Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace.We were strangers till we learned.We had the same dreams, we were alone… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon. 1- Please listen to the song of nature,she is bleeding,she is dying.Mother Earth, giver of the water,giver of the plants and the giver of the clean air.Who is praying for… Continue reading
Sway.
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby.
The death of love. A lonely lullaby.. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
Oh me, oh my.
A lullaby for you. Once we had everything we needed. The Pacific ocean in view, the Irish Pubs with the sea view and we had time to love and dance. I loved your… Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me.
We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever seen.I remember when you… Continue reading