La petite mort
She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… Continue reading
She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… Continue reading
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less… Echos of memories and voices… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress… Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love… Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm… Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
Just thoughts about you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Short poetry for secret thoughts and places. You…You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Please, promise me forever… Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her… Continue reading
You are my poetry…. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep… The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry” A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. “Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to… Continue reading