The rays of the sun..
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
One….. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two….. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights.. I found her sitting alone in the corner… Continue reading
Stay with me.. I sip my coffee.Watching the movement of the branches outside my bedroom. It was a stormy night.Her beautiful nude body lays on the top of the blankets. I watch her… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading