Please follow me and I will follow you.
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints…I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall, you… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
The should of, the could of.
A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
My lady..
My lady My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams when your name appeared. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes.… Continue reading
Dirty wings, we shall have and a beautiful and amazing Zandi Holup song.
Dirty wings, we shall have. For dear Susie. 1- I told dear Susie, a nickel for dance, a dime for a kiss, a quarter for a day with you near the flowing river.… Continue reading
When love is near.
When love is near. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
The sweet Melody of love.
The sweet Melody of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Without love. What do we become? The sweet Melody of love.. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading
Can’t return no-more.
(Can’t return no-more.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired.) Can’t return no-more.. We can dwell in paradise,swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We will believe time is… Continue reading