A Leonard Cohen “Sunday”.
Dear Leonard Cohen. I still remember the Poet of the song. Your sweet words are still alive and well. In the midnight hours. You are with me when I write my secret words… Continue reading
Dear Leonard Cohen. I still remember the Poet of the song. Your sweet words are still alive and well. In the midnight hours. You are with me when I write my secret words… Continue reading
The fingerprints I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep.. She whispered. Sweet lover listen to my heart. I have nothing to conceal. Please take anything you need. Love isn’t free. In the madness of love. We must feast… Continue reading
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc… She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc… She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep…. The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet red… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover… I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are written… Continue reading