Purgatory Inn and no place to go… I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
My lady.. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to be able to look into… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory-… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss,… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part three- Mistress love… Mistress love was in her eyes, mistress love was in her voice. We waltzed near the Spanish sea and she held me tightly. He knew… Continue reading