Beautiful Alexia song and A Lakota Lullaby…
A July morning… The days of August are coming Kind earth is alive and we must become the people of the sun. The fire are burning and the grandfathers must become the story… Continue reading
A July morning… The days of August are coming Kind earth is alive and we must become the people of the sun. The fire are burning and the grandfathers must become the story… Continue reading
Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
Cocoa beach… I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman dances on a stage on the border of Austin.Moving like a butterfly in the breeze.Holding the attention of the men holding tight to good whiskey and the gin.… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep.. She whispered. Sweet lover listen to my heart. I have nothing to conceal. Please take anything you need. Love isn’t free. In the madness of love. We must feast… Continue reading
Need more love letters. I gave my dearest love, I gave my kindest gal, a love letter. She caressed the letter and she told me. I thought you forgotten me dear lover. Do… Continue reading
Blue is love.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading
My little one A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Amie D. A miss poet and friend. My little one…Love, Amie, love.Five foot tall, hair of strawberry red.Sweet smile that can steal your heart.… Continue reading
I try to remember.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get sweeter with time and separation.) We danced , loved and you never departed my… Continue reading