If we make it through December…
If we make it through December…. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
If we make it through December…. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
The gin and juice lullaby…. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin.You were fire and I was water.My greed was to steal everything I could. We… Continue reading
The desperate kiss… Old man last wish, old man first wish. She tattoos his memory in the Summer of 1996. Was the finest gal he ever seen. She made the sleeping man come… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle… Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading
We become, whom we suppose to be. Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal.“Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed,… Continue reading
Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading
jedyoong(Thank you for the photo) 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… Continue reading
Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in… Continue reading
We can dance for the stars Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm… Continue reading