You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for… Continue reading
Hold on tightly baby.
Hold on tightly baby. You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
Steal a kiss.
Steal a kiss. I would, I should. If I could, I shall. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you. You… Continue reading
Almost love in California
(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992) Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted… Continue reading
The waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
The prettiest girl in my world.
The prettiest girl in my world. Dear Julie, my sweetest love. I shall find you and we will wander to the lakes, we will wander to the West Virginia mountains. I want your… Continue reading
Fabiola.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
You are my treasure.
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