La petite mort
She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… Continue reading
She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… 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 iced tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading
Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Many… Continue reading
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less… Echos of memories and voices… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress… Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer… Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love… Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm… Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading