Promises and a miracle…
Promises and a miracle Your soft hands in my hands, us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew, love didn’t need words.… Continue reading
Promises and a miracle Your soft hands in my hands, us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew, love didn’t need words.… Continue reading
Maybe, maybe not Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are… Continue reading
The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear? The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They… Continue reading
The Purgatory Inn Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry I needed a night at the Purgatory Inn. The Purgatory Inn part two On the wall of the Purgatory Inn behind the bar.… Continue reading