Wild horses and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
The red dress..
The red dress.. The reflection of unwanted love. True love beyond reach.Leave us yearning for things we cannot have. Her teasing gestures make me unravel and have selfish wants.I befriended her the auburn… Continue reading
Please stay with me, till the world ends my dear lover.
Please stay with me, till the world ends my dear lover… I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes..
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
The fortunate one..
My true love(A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978-rewritten in 2014) The fortunate one.. The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender embrace. You taught… Continue reading
Crazy love.. And a beautiful Marianne Faithfull song.
Crazy love… Once I held great wealth and I didn’t know. Once, you and I. Make the nights, so sweet and so wonderful. We fell into the madness of love, we locked the… Continue reading
Dead man arms..
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at night. I like… Continue reading
Delicate wings..
Delicate wings.. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and show you what ishidden beneath clothing and fear.They are rare and delicate ladies. Many… Continue reading