Damn your eyes.
Damn your eyes My life had no beginning, no ending till I saw you. You were so beautiful.You made the drink taste bitter and my hunger to die.Forgotten. Those kind and gentle brown… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Sugar and spice.
Sugar and spice. You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness.I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby?You gave me a… Continue reading
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
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death… Continue reading
My November song.
The November song. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I have built many mini-rock gardens of… Continue reading
My masterpiece.
My masterpiece. Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She creates a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading
If you go away.
If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Leftover wine. And a lovely Melanie song.
Leftover wine. Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
I adored you.
I adore you Perfect beauty resting in my arms and I whispered a quiet prayer.“I love your face,I love hearing your sweet and gentle voice,I love when you laugh and when you cry.You… Continue reading
Celestial beauty.
Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings.You are my perfect nights and my sweetest days. You love to take one-hour baths… Continue reading