The dance.
The dance. 1- Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begins to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading
The dance. 1- Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begins to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me drinking… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading
Naked ladies and the roses. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur Sea. The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.… Continue reading
Remember to forget. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me. Pretty Bridgette found me. She held me like a child and she told me. Play stay with me till you are… Continue reading
Love Posies. My pretty love, dear Sheena told me. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading
She is free. 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. Love should be… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others. Delicate wings…. Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strips down their true colors… Continue reading
Sunday afternoon poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. Sunday afternoon poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just… Continue reading
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. I called her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading