The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Misery and the whiskey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hanging with Merle Haggard tonight. September poetry number twenty-two.. Misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched.. You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want to fall into the inferno of your warm … Continue reading