I need you; I don’t need you….
I need you; I don’t need you….—– Damn if you do, damn if you don’tPerfect beautiful girl came to me… Continue reading
I need you; I don’t need you….—– Damn if you do, damn if you don’tPerfect beautiful girl came to me… Continue reading
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face… I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines. Deny love… “How could I love you the wrong way?How could this be… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love… (Come live… Continue reading
Burning desire.. Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background.Love was new and you were my only need.Your gentle whisper of lover, lover, lover. Let’s become one in… Continue reading
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Cecelia, dear Cecelia A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love will find you. John Donne. Cecelia, dear Cecelia… Cecelia, Cecelia. Awake my dear lover, the morning had sprung and we must… Continue reading
Katie do, Katie does A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams. Katie do, Katie does.. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun.Sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet… Continue reading