Mercy me and a lovely Duffy song.
Mercy me.. We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Beautiful Cecelia, be my love.
Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
Two shots of happy and one shot of sad. And a lovely Nancy Sinatra song.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were… Continue reading
Black as the night.
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading
Somewhere in time.
(Artist, Nydia Lozano.)Somewhere in time The paradox of living,we get what we deserve.Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,waited for a wayward man.I remember the fragrance of her skin,the tenderness of her… Continue reading
God’s going to cut you down.
I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us dead in the heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left? God’s going to… Continue reading
Dead flowers.
1- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover.Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face from angel to the devil shadow.I won’t believe… Continue reading
Please break me.
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel.
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
Spin the bottle.
Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss… Continue reading