Steal a kiss…
Steal a kiss.. I would, I should. If I could, I shall. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you. You… Continue reading
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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 soft neck to… Continue reading
When the war is over…
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
Love is a careless child…
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
The September song and a beautiful Katy Claire song.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading
The last chance motel…
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
Fabiola. Nothing remained the same..
Fabiola (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
In the field of perfection…
In the field of perfection.. I wished upon the first star of the new night,I wished for warm Spring days,good wine, long days and warm kisses.I want to drink in your beauty through… Continue reading
Somewhere in time…
(Nydia Lozano Painter) Somewhere in time… The paradox of living,we get what we deserve.Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,waited for a wayward man.I remember the fragrance of her skin,the tenderness of… Continue reading