The wicked waltz…
This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
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
The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
Calmness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Tire of the angry world. Calmness… Quiet world, safe world. People talking, solving problems. Peace maker voices, being heard. My wishes to the midnight moon. I want my… Continue reading
She is free… —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific and she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading
Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body. She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading
The poison and the whiskey… Some mini-poetry… 1- A empty dress alone on the floor and a pretty flower dances nude for the moon and the stars on the patio. She whispered to… Continue reading
Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading
The mystic dancer… Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind…. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading