You are my poetry..
You are my poetry.. Forlorn love, treasured memories.You used to read poetry to me by the candle light.You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with… Continue reading
You are my poetry.. Forlorn love, treasured memories.You used to read poetry to me by the candle light.You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with… Continue reading
MontereyA Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart one. The letters. Monterey..The letters Dear BethI roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to… Continue reading
A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go… Continue reading
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote PoetryCold days seem to bring people closer. (Written somewhere in the early eighties.) My Winter love.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face… Continue reading
Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
Cigarettes and sassy.. You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and I loved… Continue reading
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart…. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
Rage and pain.Illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor.—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading