I love you.
I love you.. I love you more than the morning sunrise.I love you more than all my dreams I hold dear. When I’m encircled in the shine of your brown eyes.I can see… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
You are in Paris and I am here.
You are in Paris and I’m hereA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words and thoughts. “ You are in Paris and I’m here. I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
The coastline. Johnnie needs the sea.
The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on… Continue reading
Pathfinders.
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. Pathfinder… There are many ways to live… Continue reading
Beautiful journey.
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake the… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
Around and around, we shall go.
(Around and around we shall go.A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.) Around and around we shall go. Around and around… Continue reading
Please play with me.
Please play with me. Organized life and boring work left me wishing for you. I know you have the music playing loud and you are dancing in your panties and bra to the… Continue reading
You are my miracle.
You are my miracle. Pale skin, hazel eyes andeloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets in the midnight hours andI told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To… Continue reading
Mercy me. A lovely Duffy song.
Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading