I don’t remember how you looked.

The memory of you, coffee and me.

    The memory of you, coffee and me… The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops  and you. Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I wrote… Continue reading →

Dangerous places and beautiful faces…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge.                          Dangerous places and beautiful faces… Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To swim in uncontrolled passion and enjoy the sweet taste of… Continue reading →