Maybe Florence, maybe Basel?
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
You are always on my mind.
You will always be on my mind. The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the… Continue reading
In your eyes.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness. In your eyes In your eyes.I’m everything,I am the sun and the… Continue reading
I love you.
I love you.. I love you more than the morning sunrise.I love you more than all my dreams I hold dear. When I’m encircled in the shine of your brown eyes.I can see… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I am here.
You are in Paris and I’m hereA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words and thoughts. “ You are in Paris and I’m here. I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
Please play with me.
Please play with me. Organized life and boring work left me wishing for you. I know you have the music playing loud and you are dancing in your panties and bra to the… Continue reading
You are my miracle.
You are my miracle. Pale skin, hazel eyes andeloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets in the midnight hours andI told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To… Continue reading
Mercy me. A lovely Duffy song.
Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.
Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered days. Hope dead and buried, my… Continue reading