The heartstrings. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
The fray- part two- Dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been dreaming poetry. A poem for the book. The island. The fray- You. He remembers a warm Summer day, he remembered… Continue reading
Savior.. Sweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give and we open up the desire love so rarely.Love can be a sweet treasure.You can be someone… Continue reading