Jazzy Friday.. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Dead flowers and some verbal poetry.
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading
A Michigan Summer sky..
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I… Continue reading
Please tell me a story..
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty Jenna, please wrap your… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory..
Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Open the doors. Dead poets and bare feet.
1- Open the doors.. Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into… Continue reading
Bang, bang. Part two.
Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading
The perfect place…
The perfect place.. I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place.I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life,I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains in… Continue reading
Black roses..
Black rosesA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Black roses.. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked… Continue reading
The color of love..
The color of love.. Dear lover. You made me come alive.The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes anddrown in the gentleness of your voice. Your sweet… Continue reading