“Bless be the lover”
Bless be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives… Continue reading
Bless be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives… Continue reading
Thank you hierarchical-aes for sharing the artwork. My red hair lady I told you, best to keep your distance. Red hair beauties are temptation for my heart. I like the drive… Continue reading
Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr The embrace You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume of the spring… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers. Old age make us ponder thoughts and… Continue reading
(writer must live to write. Test life to know joy. Have many adventures to write tale and story.) An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life… Continue reading
THE WISHING WELL (Wishes are just dust lost in the wind. Words that will scar the heart and souls. We must know action and seek peace in a life.) Coyote (Don’t allow… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Lavina K. and Sarah w. They make me feel world is in good hands. Don’t look at me with disappointment.… Continue reading
Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading
Teach me kind lover Dear Julia told me. Johnnie. Can’t live to die. You must live to live. Please come back alive with me, dear poet. Her gentle fingers laced my… Continue reading