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 if… Continue reading
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 if… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading
The painted memories.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we allow the world to paint our picture? Are we painting our own picture? The painted memories.. Mia, the pretty artist on the Monterey pier.… Continue reading