Secret loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love. You bare your words, exposing secret places and thoughts.… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor told me. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hands. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
Little poetry… 1- Once you were the keeper of my dreams, once we held love, so tightly. Now the sweet dreams seem so far away. 2- She asked me to stay the night.… Continue reading
Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading
Goodbye my lover. I walked to my lover with the liar’s moon above. It was a warm German Fall night. I walked 20 miles to get to her. I went to say goodbye.… Continue reading
1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want to… Continue reading
Forget me not. I dreamed of you. I dream of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs, and… Continue reading
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
