I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
In Monterey.
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading
My sweet Peggy.
My sweet Peggy. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida’s evenings. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are… Continue reading
When a woman smiled.
When a woman smiled. My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
The sweet red wine.
The sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. The sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet… Continue reading
The dance of emotions.
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee… Continue reading
The Coyote dancing. The Coyote song.
Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The Coyote song. Beautiful… Continue reading
Where will this road lead us?
Where will this road lead us? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be dead in heart. Awoke with one sweet kiss. (Johnnie in Monterey in 1992.) Where will this road lead us? Love… Continue reading
Gypsy lovers and Irish morning coffee.
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading