Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Annick Bouvattier I found a letter, Unsent, unread, a surprise. Verses from the past. A smile, few tears, emotion… But the past can’t live again.
Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading