We were almost lovers..
On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading
On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading
I adored you.. I loved you near and afar. I loved your soft voice and beautiful face. I stood near you, and we held hands, and we shared drinks. We traveled California highway… Continue reading
Delia… O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot.. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
The song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading