The twisted dance of love…
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love.. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
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I called your name…
I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words I called your name.. I called your name standing on the… Continue reading
Fall, the falling leaves..
Fall, the falling leaves… Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and… Continue reading
The liar’s prayer…
Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used… Continue reading
If you go away… And a amazing Neil Diamond song.
If you go away…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Stitches.. And a amazing Leonard Cohen song.
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
The next step is love.. And a Amazing Elvis song.
The next step is love… 1- Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and you held my hands near Lake St. Clair. You asked me by the Clinton River. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you love… Continue reading
I believe in forever once..
One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted a voyage… Continue reading
Do for love…
Do for love Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
A bloody Mary..
A bloody Mary… A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading