“The red dress”
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become better with time. The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
“Drink of me, my love.”
Drink of me, my love I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything. Dead… Continue reading
Some Michigan poetry-TLC
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
“She had wildflowers in her hair”
She had wildflowers in her hair Spring sweet Spring. Your gentle warm days make me come alive. Sitting with the wildflowers and swimming in old memories. I remembered a barefoot beauty taking me… Continue reading
“Love showed me madness”
Love showed me madness I remember you. We feasted on the need of the body once. We didn’t care about tomorrow. Dead night held us tight and safe. We try to grind our… Continue reading
My dear Beatrice
My dear Beatrice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written on 16 December 1992. Rewritten today. My dear Beatrice She told me. “Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free.… Continue reading
“True splendor”
True splendor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words True splendor Thank you Tumblr and mahafsoun True splendor My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled dream. You are my forbidden wish. My secret… Continue reading
“Love demand payment”
Love demand payment The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses. She began to shave my face. Her… Continue reading
The earth, the sky and the water
The earth, the sky and the water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written in 1992 and rewritten today. The earth, the sky and the water I found my Apache friend at… Continue reading
“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen”
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading