Wild horses and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
The red dress.. The reflection of unwanted love. True love beyond reach.Leave us yearning for things we cannot have. Her teasing gestures make me unravel and have selfish wants.I befriended her the auburn… Continue reading
Please stay with me, till the world ends my dear lover… I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady… Continue reading
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Who am I now? 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 of us… Continue reading
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 night. I like… Continue reading
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.” Poesy.. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fake-ness of fame.They allow praise to fall from… Continue reading
Reflection.. Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories. Writers and Poets write of the impression of perfect sunrises and of the… Continue reading
A Lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe… Continue reading