Please hold my hands.
Please hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Scarborough Fair.
1- Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She… Continue reading
Scottish kisses.
Scottish kisses. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns.… Continue reading
In the field of perfection.
In the field of perfection. I wished upon the first star of the new night,I wished for warm Spring days,good wine, long days and warm kisses.I want to drink in your beauty through… Continue reading
My ambrosia.
My Ambrosia. Those eyes, your moving feet.You stole my heart and my soul.And I asked you.Baby, my love , my darling.What do you need?I would steal the moon and the stars to make… Continue reading
Don’t explain dear lover.
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found…. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading
You, secrets, falling and wants.
1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want… Continue reading
Black as the night. Part three.
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart, and I know more than most. You smell like wildflowers in the early Spring, and you talk so sweet.… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading