Oh my lover.. Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading
Bitter branches.. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write.” We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 66-year-old. I… Continue reading
