Please talk to me, please write on my skin.
Please talk to me, please write on my skin.. She told me in her sleepy voice. Please talk to me, please write on my bare skin. Show me love is alive and well… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
Glorious red.
Glorious red Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love. I love the fire in your heart, the softness of your voice. You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection. I am drunk… Continue reading
No love, no glory.
No love, no glory… 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in my hands. Darling, my pretty sea flower. You… Continue reading
Swifty love can come.
Swiftly love can come.. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so far… Continue reading
My great love.
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great love.A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading
Rebirth.
Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.Told the two pretty Honduras girls at… Continue reading
Love and hate.
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem from 1978. Youth allow the mind to ponder without fear of failure. Love and hate Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a… Continue reading
Where will this road lead us?
Where will this road lead us? Love has became a raging torment in my heart and mind. I was blinded by disappointment and hate. Love has forsaken me. This was the love I… Continue reading
On the thread of a word.
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be sweet, love can damn us. On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading