The should of, the could of.
July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and we… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
I hope your days be bright and love is near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
The next step is love and an amazing Elvis’s song.
The next step is love… 1- Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and you held my hands near Lake St. Clair. You asked me by the Clinton River. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you love… Continue reading
Like this. And please listen to the beautiful and wonderful dear Tilda.
Like this.. 1- If someone ask you. Is love real? Tell them hold a small baby and watch their face. Watch their eyes and see the energy of hope in their eyes. The… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee and a tall glass of Black Velvet whiskey too.
One more cup of coffee and a tall glass of the Black Velvet too… I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than… Continue reading
Jazzy Monday poetry. Pray for more.
Jazzy Monday poetry.1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love your eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body made… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams.
Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and bar at Seaside. He was forced retired and slowly dying. You would never know it. He maintained his… Continue reading
The wicked waltz.
This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer.
A wing and a prayer.. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading