You are my masterpiece..
You are my masterpiece.. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
You are my masterpiece.. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
What is poetry? I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud,… Continue reading
Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
My great love.. Part two I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens,… Continue reading
Miss you, need you.. I am drinking alone beautiful Jennifer. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading
The black night and the shadows dances….. A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
Please stay with me.. A Poem by Coyote PoetryRare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me… I sipped… Continue reading
I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one.—————————— Johnnie, Johnnie.she whispered.What did you do?I love you and you are me… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love (Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove.)Christopher Marlowe The pretty young woman asked me. Is love a… Continue reading