You only kiss me when you are drunk..
You only kiss me when you are drunk. A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a gal, almost a wife. Never enough whiskey for her… (Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable… Continue reading
You only kiss me when you are drunk. A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a gal, almost a wife. Never enough whiskey for her… (Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable… Continue reading
Love letters… Wither we loved, wither we kissed, wither we danced. Maybe we wanted too much, too little. I told you on the telephone. My dearest love. We need more love letters. I… Continue reading
The desperate kiss… Old man last wish, old man first wish. She tattoos his memory in the Summer of 1996. Was the finest gal he ever seen. She made the sleeping man come… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote PoetryPromises of love are endeared to our hearts. Please, promise me forever… Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her eyes… Continue reading
(Johnnie in 1991 on the Iraq border) The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote PoetrySweet memories of youth. Written in 1978 My beautiful Daniela….. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
You taught me what love was… I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you. I remember us eating three meals together daily and I remember your… Continue reading
Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year in London Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I… Continue reading
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading