Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading
Sweet whispers.. The voice of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are gifts to a wise man.Passionate kisses… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… 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
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Cecilia.. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late… Continue reading
Anya held my right hand tightly like a lost child till we arrived in Cologne. We could hear the music near. It was loud and so damn good. We walked into the city.… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm… Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her.… Continue reading