Stitches.
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight goodbye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I painted… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Something shouldn’t be beheld or touched. And a lovely Mahafsoun dancing.
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace.I want to fall into the inferno of your warm kisses… Continue reading
Holy as love.
Holy as love 1- Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night.She told me. Honey, darling and my sweetheart.Love demands payment. Love is holy and… Continue reading
Love words of a mad man.
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
The brown eye’s girl.
The brown eye’s girl. Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and dancing Pacific. A woman and child. I fell in love… Continue reading
Misty eyes.
Misty eyes. You bathe me with your hazel eyes,we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east.I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste makes us forget,heavenly places… Continue reading
A miracle.
A miracle. Pale skin, hazel eyes,eloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets,I told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To be merciful, generous.You were my miracle,I told you… Continue reading
You and me.
You and me. You and me, I want us to be in the city of lights. I want us to drink coffee in the early morning and we would roam the city till… Continue reading
At midnight. And the amazing Elvis song.
At midnight. I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading