The lucky or the crazy.
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy. We danced by… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Petite mort.
Petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I… Continue reading
The lullaby.
The lullaby. The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring Day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song.” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not. I dreamed of you. I dreamed 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
The Chelsea Hotel.
The Chelsea hotel. Leonard Cohen words and song took me to the Chelsea motel before I arrived in the city of New York many times over. I yearn to find the places Cohen… Continue reading
You are always on my mind.
You are always 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 realpleasures… Continue reading
Some words for love. Dear Sheena.
Some poetry for love.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to change my flow of thoughts. Some poetry for love. He adored her summer bonnet of blue; he adored her flowing ginger hair. He… Continue reading
Just a slow dance and a lovely Ana Popovic song.
Just a slow dance. 1- We found the dancefloor and she gave me, eyes piercing glances. She looked deeply into my eyes and she whispered. Us, Scottish girls believe love is forever. Tonight… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake.
The phone booth near the lake. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice, and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading