Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona…. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading
Pryde caressed his face till he finally was in a sound sleep. She saw the small small back-pack. She went to the small back-pack. She opened up the back-pact. She saw two books.… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. (Chapter eleven.) Katie got up and went to the window. The city was lite-up. Her nude body seems dreamy and perfect… Continue reading
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one.. She wanted Paris and I wanted her… Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading
(Paris in 1979.) You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my thoughts. I read your words and I wished I was someone else.I… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
I dream of you… I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind and beautiful, City… Continue reading
(Paris in 1978.) You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and some thoughts.” You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and… Continue reading
