Tag Archive: Relationships

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I love you, I need you.

Once you told me, I love you, I need you. Now the blessed words had turned so damn dirty. I told you, I love you still, but now our love is a open… Continue reading →

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I saw a face.

I saw a face. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading →

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I remember you dear Beatrice Marcella.

“We were so close, and we were so far away from each other at the same time. We were near heaven and we almost knew love.” I remember you… “I wrote to my… Continue reading →

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Cat and mouse.

I remember you… 1- Once I knew you.. I was your Doc Holliday and you were my Kate. We knew the whiskey, the sin and the skin. Once we showed our scars and… Continue reading →

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I don’t remember if I told you.

I don’t remember if I told you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We must tell and shown the people we need and love them.                       I don’t remember if I told you. I don’t… Continue reading →

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A wild bird.

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading →

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Love beholds, love be bold.

Love beholds, love be bold…. Love behold, love be bold. I told the ginger hair beauty dancing with me on the Texas dance hall dancefloor. The blue moon is above us and I… Continue reading →

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You are in Paris and I am here.

You are in Paris and I am here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Maybe we are in the wrong place?  You are in Paris and I am here… I hurt myself again today and… Continue reading →

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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading →

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The quiet of the day.

The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden.   The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading →

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