La petite mort..
La petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading
La petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.” Song of love… Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
The Stray Cat Inn.. The night was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A sign directed him north. He found the last road on… Continue reading
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
I need a wild heart Love made me live Beautiful woman told me, we need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants,the movement of love is like… Continue reading
Mini poetry- I am tire.. 1- I called you dear Kelly. I told her, I am falling apart and I don’t want to get up. Please talk to me, please make me believe… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
Fabiola…. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
The Scarborough Fair… One ” I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home . I have become a stranger.” Two … Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading