Last wish, first wish.
Last wish, first wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart. Last wish, first wish Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories. Leave me… Continue reading
Last wish, first wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart. Last wish, first wish Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories. Leave me… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to hold on to the good memories Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be… Continue reading
Petite mort part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle… Continue reading
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty one years old. Holding my Grandson. His first birthday… Continue reading
The Purgatory Inn Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry I needed a night at the Purgatory Inn. The Purgatory Inn part two On the wall of the Purgatory inn behind… Continue reading
You cross my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day. … Continue reading
Hey, that is no way to say goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon… Continue reading