The night is young and the night is long, my love.
The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
A final November poem written. Do more.
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
A July memory..
A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts..
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Pleasure and the pain..
Pleasure and the pain. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life will teach us many things. Pleasure and the pain… Pleasure and pain, we shall know. A twisted dance we do. You say you love… Continue reading
I want to be the one, you need.. Some little poetry.
I want to be the one, you need… 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading
The Texas-two-step. Some mini-poetry.
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
Please remember who you were..
Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Dear Andrea..
Dear 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 sorrow… Continue reading