She wanted Paris and I wanted her. The train ride.
The train ride to Paris We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am.She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Chapter one.
Paris in 1976 She wanted Paris and I wanted her A Chapter by Coyote Poetry (Part one. I hope you enjoy.) WarningThis Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
Close your eyes my love.
Close your eye my love. The consequences of finding you was to love and need you forever.My red hair muse, you drove me into madness and needed places of bliss and sweet kiss..… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.) I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how you… Continue reading
I cannot forget you.
I cannot forget you. (A old poem written on 18 Feb 1993 with a re-write.) My sweet and kind friend. Please tell me. We are not done. We were friends first, lovers second.… Continue reading
Five little poems.
1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing you.I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon… Continue reading
I need a wild heart.
1- I need a wild heart. Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love is… Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of Honduras.We lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new doors… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel.
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry (I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading