Monterey…
Monterey…. The letters…. Dear Beth.I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to the world. I’m tire, so damn… Continue reading
Monterey…. The letters…. Dear Beth.I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to the world. I’m tire, so damn… Continue reading
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you…. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone… Continue reading
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love…. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson poetry) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading
The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We do not speak words. The feel of your… Continue reading
The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift. The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you…. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
Words, never spoken… A Poem by Coyote Poetry We regret what we didn’t say, what we didn’t do. If something is important. Do it today, say the words today. Words, never spoken… Last two… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the Lover’s song… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The days of good song, beautiful faces and when love was life. Our best days. The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty… Continue reading
The heartstrings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love become beautiful music The heartstrings… She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river… Continue reading