My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea..
My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea.. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea.. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love… Continue reading
If we make it through December… Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
A wish upon the first star of the night. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon the first star of the night.. Every night before I close my eyes. I… Continue reading
Once, we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life. Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.. When the… Continue reading
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela.. Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading