She was dancing alone…
She was dancing alone.. She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
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Dancing with the Devil on a Friday night..
Dancing with the Devil on a Friday night.. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- Chapter three.
Ghost and shadows- Chapter three A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three.. Love find us, we do not find love—John Donne.) Ghost and shadows- part three…… Continue reading
She was a Spring sunny day and I was a Winter storm.
She was a Spring sunny day and I was a winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved… Continue reading
Angels dancing, too close to earth..
Angels dancing, too close to earth.. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you. Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter… Continue reading
The waltz of the angels. And a amazing Joey & Rory song.
The waltz of the Angels.. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
Letters in my pocket..
Letters in my pocket.. I was a soldier for 15 year and I made friends with the people swimming in chaos. I befriended bartenders, drunks, strippers and kind women. My favorite women were… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road.. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered. “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
Kisses in the dark..
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a… Continue reading
She was a dancer…
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading