If I could turn back time. I would…
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
Andrea.. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading
My eyes adored you.. I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice… Continue reading
With open eyes.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Closed eyes can’t see nothing. With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the… Continue reading
Goodbye my lover… I walked to my lover with the liar’s moon above. It was a warm German Fall night, and I walked 20 miles to get to her. I went to say… Continue reading
Could you? could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading
Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body. She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading