I am jealous of the sea.
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
I want to love you like.. I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men… Continue reading
A Michigan Summer sky.. 1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl,we tasted love kiss,did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars.She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. —————————————————2-… Continue reading
Worn and torn love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem with a rewrite. Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. … Continue reading
Say my name. Make me believe. I am dreaming of you again dear Maria. Prettiest eyes and longest legs in my world are stealing my dreams. I called you at midnight and I… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray takes you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading