Tag Archive: Romance

My eyes adored you…

My eyes adored you.. I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading

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The wisp/the kiss, the memory…

The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one.                The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice… Continue reading

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With open eyes..

With open eyes.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Closed eyes can’t see nothing.  With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the… Continue reading

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Is it, everything you wanted?

Is it, everything you wanted?… Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading

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We danced for the stars…

 We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading

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Beautiful Laura, sat by the sea…

Beautiful Laura, sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.                          Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading

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Tattoos..

  Tattoos The pretty lady had  many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe… Continue reading

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A little crazy…

A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading

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Please sing me a lullaby, my kind lady.

Please sing me a lullaby, my kind lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry  All of us need a lullaby in the midnight hours.                       … Continue reading

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We laughed, we danced and we celebrate being alive…

We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.                        We laughed, we danced and we… Continue reading

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