Swirl me in your mind..
Swirl me in your mind. I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
The cursed lullaby.
The cursed lullaby.. Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
The karma of love..
he karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
I will never fall in love again.
I will never fall in love again.. I told the blue sky, love was sweet once, love was my life once. I told the sun, I remember love. Sweet as candy and wild… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes..
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Angie.
1- Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face.
A safe place, a kind face. Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind him,… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything.
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once, we try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once, allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day.
Please come to me on a Summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day.We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance near… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child.. I took my pen to paper and wrote that… Continue reading