Happy Valentine day-“Je t’ aime
Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
“Breathe”
Breathe A Poem by Coyote Poetry You are my joy. You are everything and everything is you. Breathe You undressed with the lights on. I watched you slowly take away LAYERS of… Continue reading
Beatrice
My beautiful Beatrice A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, I had no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl with me. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.… Continue reading
Holy as love
Holy as love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some short poetry. Holy as love —– Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night. She told… Continue reading
Forget me not
Forget me not A Poem by Coyote Poetry Three short poems. Forget me not —- She told me, flattery will get you everything. Please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need… Continue reading
Lay lady lay-some 4 line poetry.
Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some 4-5 line poetry. A effort. Lay lady lay — She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man.… Continue reading
Delicate wings
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others Delicate wings Beautiful Liz. Please allow me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip down… Continue reading
Midnight seduction
Midnight seduction A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Midnight seduction I’m sitting alone in the darkness of the tavern in Austin, Texas and I saw her. Alone and holding the whisky glass… Continue reading
“We danced, loved and you never departed my heart”
We danced, loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 58-year-old. I… Continue reading
“Quiet echoes and seluded places.
Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the… Continue reading