The twisted dance of love…
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
1- Break me Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading
Dear Jenny… Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and Long Island ice tea kicked-in. Johnnie is dreaming… Continue reading
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
I remember you, I remember us.. 1- Once we had sleepless nights. Once we needed conversation and I needed to hear your voice. Once we looked deeply in each other eyes. Confessed love.… Continue reading
You are always on my mind… The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the realpleasures… Continue reading
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June poetry number thirty… Time wait for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and… Continue reading
Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading